You look up at your father. Tears glisten in his eyes. You nod your head. If all of Greece needs you, why argue? You have a purpose that is greater than anyone else at the table.
Your father takes your hand and together you walk to the altar.
It is a white marble table decorated with carvings of animals playing a children’s game. The seer stands at the table with a curved knife in his hand. You take a deep breath, allowing the fresh air to fill your lungs one last time. You close your eyes.
THE END