"THEN…I will give you another task."
"Oh, we are shouting again," Ted muttered.
"You are NOT in a position to make demands. You will get what you want, but YOU must survive for ten years after the sacrifice."
The high cor shrugged. "Should not be a hard feat at all. I can always find my way back up north to Zerielle or return to the Fin if my reputation here grows in the wrong way."
"Then you will DO it. And I receive energy from your survival, if it is connected to ME in some way. It will benefit me, but I am NOT allowed to say much more about it. You fail…I get your soul."
The cult leader agreed eagerly to the trade. He liked surviving. He liked not being dead, it was all he had ever known, so he could not think of a better deal.
