It all started on the last day of Spring. Or more correctly, my birthday. Every 50 years, on my birthday, the whole island of Elafonisi (a small island off of Crete) would gather at the main square and listen to our priestess do what she did best. Everyone would gather and hear her communicate with the gods. At every gathering we had (which was 3 in total) the gods would tell us to sacrifice something, or someone. That year, the last year I was with my people, they had told us to give up 7 girls and 7 boys, and they all had to be 16. There really wasn't many of us, so naturally there wasn't enough. There are only 12 of us of that age, so of course I was one of them. Seraphina and Akakios, my childhood friends, were with me as well. Unlike my father, who couldn't get over that more than likely I was going to die, I was excited. When a person is used as sacrifice to the gods, they get to go live in Mount Olympus, as a reward for ending their lives early. But that didn't happen. Instead of being taken to the sacrificial altar, we were taken into the priestesses cave, and given a cup containing sort of drink. All of us downed the drink, and lazily sat around the fire, and forgot to ask why we're here. The room gradually got darker, and just when my eyelids closed... the screams started.