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Do What You Must ~ Lashton (sort of...)

I knew what being the chiefs youngest child meant. Everyone did.

I was the Sacrifice.

Every generations, the chief would give up their last child to appease to the gods in order to keep both our soil and females fertile.

Of course, this was a virgin sacrifice, meaning I couldn't have any sexual relations with anybody.

Now, as an 18 year old virgin male, I was ready.

I thought I would be terrified of the moment I had to walk into the islands ancient volcano, but I wasn't. I was trained and prepared for this moment since the second I was born.

The ancient tails said that it was painless because the gods would save those who were sacrificed from the pain lava would normally inflict.

So there I stood, in my ceremonial garbs, at the worn walkway from those that went before me.

"Rita! As chief of the Takanawi village, I beg for you to hear me! I present to you my youngest child, Aolani Irwin, as your tribes sacrifice! He is ready to embark on this journey in order to keep our tribe going in your name!" My father, Akamu, shouted into the air as the tribe made an almost full ring around me, apart from the path in front of me to the volcano.

I let out a small gasp as I saw a large bubble pop from the lava, causing burning pieces of rock to fly everywhere.

She heard.

I look back towards my parents and older siblings. I knew Leilani would make a fine chief because of her innovative ways of thinking. I also knew that Haulani would make a fine husband and father once he finally proposed to the love of his life. Of course, I was sad because I couldn't see any of that happen, but it's because of my sacrifice, and those after me, that my father's people would continue to live and strive for generations.

I saw all of my family give me sad but loving smiles. I give them one last smile before turning and begin to slowly walk down into the volcano, towards my destiny.

I felt my curly, sandy blonde hair sway in the waves of heat that washed over me as I grew nearer towards the fiery lava. I could feel small bits of lava splash against my skin and I frowned in confusion.

They said it wouldn't hurt... but it hurts a lot.

But my father instructed I do not cry out in pain even if it did hurt.

I bit my lip as I felt the burning lava sear the skin off my feet as I stepped into the boiling molten rock. I had practiced walking through fire and over coals my whole life, but this, this was so much worse. It was like picking up a cup of cold water and chugging it, but it turned out to be bleach instead.

I felt tears flow from my eyes as I try to fight the excruciating pain that was spreading through my body.

They lied.

I felt sweat pouring from my body so I wasn't afraid to turn around to see my friends and family for one last time. My brother and sister, along with my mother, were crying. My father on the other hand, looked worried; sick to his stomach with anxiety.

Please, I thought to the gods. Anyone, please, make the pain go away. I thought with so much desperation, that I hoped someone could hear my agony.

I spread my shaking arms and fell back into the lava. A quick, white hot branding feeling went over my body before I felt nothing.

I was dead.

Well, at least I thought so.

The pain was gone, but much to my horror, I was standing in a rocky, fiery cave, where I could both see and smell the fried skin and muscles that were in tatters all across my body. My weak body collapses onto the sharp ground underneath me, causing me to shout out in pain.