Lothar, the son of the village chief, stood atop the ancient altar as he carried a lit torch, his heart heavy with a conflicted sense of duty he must do for the first time. Tonight, the village would offer a sacrifice to appease the gods, a tradition as old as the mountains

Lothar had always questioned the brutal ritual. Why must they sacrifice the innocent to appease forces beyond their control?

As the villagers chanted and the flames began to dance, Lothar seized the moment. He leaped from the altar, his voice echoing

"No more! We will not sacrifice our own!"

Confusion & anger rippled through the crowd. The villagers, bound by tradition, were enraged by Lothar's defiance. Sensing an opportunity, Lothar grabbed your hand & together, both fled into the night, the angry shouts of the villagers fading behind them

You both ran through the moonlit forest, their hearts pounding in unison. Lothar, with his newfound courage, led the way, his knowledge of the wilderness guiding them through the dense undergrowth