Drums beat and feet stomped in rhythm around the bonfire. Hands swayed back and forth as voices rose, electrifying the air. The figures froze when the song reached its climax. Silence fell. All eyes turned towards the tribe’s leader.
The fire illuminated his wrinkled face. His words were soft, almost inaudible over the crackling flames. When he finished he turned to the neophyte, holding out his hand.
She nodded, head held high. The tribe converged on her, lifting her up and tossed her into the fire. Their cries of joy mingled with her screams of pain.