The sand runes glowed all night. They were beautiful, but I didn't dare touch them. I feared that the curse of the runes could travel through me to my family. I was horrified that they could be hurt. The runes appeared on each red moon. Long ago when I had first sailed to these lands, Calypso had put a curse onto me. She said that I was to sacrifice the blood of an innocent each night the runes appeared on my shores. If I failed to make that sacrifice to her, my family would take my curse upon them, and they would be in danger alongside the innocents we couldn't spare. They didn't know about my curse, for if they did they would disown and banish me to the sea, fearing the monster that I have become. I am a killer of innocents, but no one knew. No one knew that the missing innocents were my doing, the bodies found in shallow graves or floating along the shore were slain by my hands. On this night, the runes had glowed brighter than ever, eagerly glowing, as if hungry for the blood and power. And I didn't make a sacrifice.
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