Part 1
As they approached the sacred place the child gazed at his father, bewildered.
“But I don’t understand why.”
“We must never forsake tradition,” came the father’s reproach, “for without it, we are nothing.”
Then, without another word, he flung himself over the cliff.
Part 2
“Are you sure this is the last of them?” The hunkered man paused as the leader spoke.
A wisp of smoke rose. He shuffled his hands, quicker now.
“We’ll erase the last memory of their way of life, my liege.”
A spear struck the ground. An onlooking battalion began to chant.
The end.