Steven found himself unable to speak and unable to hold his tears back. A choking sensation crept up his throat as he wept uncontrollably. Steven was young, only 13 years old, and he had always been a good little triangle; he always did what his family told him. "What is your wish? It can be anything, and after a day of sacrifices and blood letting for the gods, it will be yours," Charles said, trying to ignore the pathetic sight of this child's weeping.