Chapter Seven
Huna's story
Masaya, Nicaragua, 120 B.C.
Huna was at the caldera, waiting with the crowd. It was dark, and he blended in, wearing a cloak that covered him. He kept his gaze low and gently squeezed his way to the closest point where he could to see Daisel brought out.
A large platform built for the ceremony jutted out over the caldera's rim. She would fall into the dark pit below. Only her horrified screams would be heard and then slowly shrink away until only silence remained.
Huna looked around at the different groups of the Catzu, knowing Daisel's family were surely attending the sacrifice. Having Daisel be the chosen one would make them proud. This thought disgusted Huna.
He didn't believe in this god of the volcano, but even if he did, he knew nothing measured up to
