The Catalist for Transformation, I Was a Sacrificer

Elzebek scrubbed her red hands on her threadbare cloak. I begged them to move the enclave out of the valley, but they said the enclave had always been there and here it would stay. The catalist for transformation i was a sacrifice of a different sort. We all make sacrifices. Rana rona knew plenty about sacrifice. She didn't want any more editek having smothered her in a silk cocoon. Just a few more days, and then the storms would come. And if she were lucky, the rain would wash away the onclave and all of editek with it.