"Sephtis~ Sephy sweetie, wake up."
Sephtis' heavy eyelids cracked open, blinking a few times to get rid of the tiredness that was still dragging them down, as he turned over in his bed. He rubbed his eyes and blinked in confusion as he looked up at the sweet, smiling face of his mother.
"Mum.. what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to go to the ceremony today. You were the chosen one."
He whispered back, a mixture of confusion in his voice as well as a hint of pride in his tone when he spoke of being the chosen one. After all, it was a great honour to be the chosen one, so they had been taught.
The one who would be offered to their Lord in the most grand spectacle and heartwarming ritual. That was what he had been taught, at least. He had yet to see the ceremonies. He was only 11 years old after all.
In a few years, when he was as old as Ophelia, then he would get a chance to watch one.
