"The families knew and supported the ones that chose to do it," Crimson replied with understanding. It was considered an honor--an honor so very great in the past. The Casalyians who volunteered did so for all the generations. They believed that one day if it were needed, all the Casalyians could meet here and be safe from whatever harm might be closing in on them. My mother was the first sacrifice."
Crimson stretched up to the eye in the sky. She floated toward it, leaving behind a long wispy tail where her legs should be connected to the gauntlet. She touched the eye, embracing it.
The pupil shivered, and one of the spirits seemed desperate to reach her.