On a bright sunny day, with a warm breeze moving over an ancient civilization. A figure, with a brown cloak with gold details, with hoods that covered their faces, light brown gloves, and black boots, was in a room surrounded with gold treasures, and with an extremely large mirror that was covered with stone curtains. The cloaked man in the room was just staring at the closed mirror, letting his mind wandered; until another cloaked man, but with silver details instead of gold, walked into the room.

"So Fre'dernar," asked the cloaked man with silver details, "shall we inspect the shell and lamp before the moon rises?"

The cloaked man in gold, named Fre'dernar, looked right at him and responded, "Sorry, I guess my mind wandered a bit, O'jin"

"Have no fear, I know you are not fond of these procedors."

"It's not that which I worry about," as Fre'dernar started leaving.

"And what is that exactly?" O'jin asked as he was keeping up with him.

"Hmm. I'm surprised you've forgotten already."

"My mistake, it seems this year was busier than the last."

"Tis fine, I'll remind you later."

Once they exited the temple, they headed to the shopping district of this civilization. Most of the buildings were made of stone and sticks, the roads only made of dirt with the majority of the population are in rags and with nothing on their feet. The two cloaked men entered a pottery shop and waited for the owner to arrive.

The owner came out after a while, bowing to them, as the cloaked men bowed back.

"Greetings Men of the Goddess's eyes… I believe that's what you guys are called?" said the owner, "I'm guessing you are here to see the shell?"

"Yes," responded Fre'dernar, "May we see it?"

"Certainty, anything to help please the goddess of wishes. Please, follow me." As the owner escorted them to his private working area. Once they entered, they saw the top part of a woman's body, but made of clay. The closer the got to it, the more it looked like a wish maker's body.

Fre'dernar started inspecting the clay shell, too see if everything is in order.

"…..hhhhmmmm….. fine craftsmanship….. almost looks like a real body."

"Well, I do strive to make the best one."

Fre'dernar the checked the opened part of the shell, "…it appears you even got the spell glyphs in there, that is not such an easy task."

"Decades of experience always helps. …so, shall I leave you two to deliver it back to your temple?"

"You may."

"Alright," as the owner bowed to them, "May the goddess be pleased with my contribution." Then he leaves and goes to the counter to see if he has any other customers.

Fre'dernar was gazing at the body, he seemed to be in his own thoughts yet again.

"…hello? Joined the spirits again Fre'dernar?" asked O'jin, which Fre'dernar responded by looking at him. "Well, looks like you've returned to us," he said chuckling a little.

"…sorry, I'm just worried about the woman for tonight."

"….Oh! Right! You do not like hearing them scream in agony."

"I know what I'm doing is the right thing for these people… but, I have this feeling that sacrificing a woman once a year to please the Goddess feels a tad… wrong."

"…are you going to betray your oath now?"

"Even if I did, I would be dead in an instant betraying the Goddess's words"

"Then help me get this to the temple, we must prepare for tonight," as O'jin grabs one of the ends.

"..r….right," as Fre'dernar grabbed another end and the both headed back to the temple. As the headed back, the people of the civilization had different reactions to it. Some looked at it as weird, some looked at it with a smile and hoping for the Goddess's gift, others were scared, as if the rumors are true, then they know not only will the girl feel extreme pain, she would also have her life radically changed.