A cold emerges from my back, a liquid flows from my arms and legs, a bright light falls from the moon unto me.

My eyes adapt to the surroundings and fear starts to crawl within me.

Hundreds if not thousands, of strange-looking creatures surround me in what seems like an arena. Red paint covers their bodies with drawings.

One of the creatures was next to me, screams in some kind of weird language that immediately silences all of the others.

While the creature talked or speech, I looked at my body. Even though I try, my body doesn’t move. My arms are cut and my blood used to draw in my body, painted like the monsters.

My hands and feet are pierced by a weird-looking daggers, that have skulls carved in the handle, while the blade is similar to a spiral.

I feel weak, my strength is being drained from my body.

The stone table I’m chained to, has carving that make my blood flow to holes.

I see, my vitality being dried, my blood dripping.

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This is my end, it seems. The blinding light of the moon will be my last memory.

The creature ceased its speech and took a massive book and what seem to be a heart still pounding.

It put the book on my chest and opened it, then it put the heart in the book.

The weight was almost unbearable, it felt like my bones would break and my heart would be crushed into nothing.

As I was going to cough, the creature took a blade from its robes.

Just then the creature closed its eyes, as well as all the other beings surrounding us.

Then it talked, or better it praid.

“Great gods of the world, we thank you in the ancient language for sending us a sacrifice in our time of need. We will repay this offer with everything we ogres can give. For sending one of your world, one of your children. XXXXXX XXXXXXX X XXXXX! ”

I understand it!?

Just as I was trying to understand the current events the creature grabbed the blade with both hands and brought it down on me.

First the heart was pierced and blood spilled by the blade splashed onto the book that almost in the same moment was also pierced by by the blade.

Finally the blade reaches my own heart. I didn’t feel pain, maybe because of the blood loss.

I felt life escaping my grasp, and the bright moon was now darkened.

The heart, the book and the body instantly entered in a combustion, of black flames. No smoke came from it and in the end, no ashes.