Blood line

The first spell

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Seeing Sam like that, made My heart race, beats of unfamiliar rhythmus pumped my blood through my body, the beats pounding through my head at an unreal flow, my body felt numb and ached.  and I didn't know what to do with it, time was unknown, all I wanted to do was run from him, away from the one I loved. Finally out of breath I lean up on the tree I played with as a child, not knowing how I got here I fell to my knees  prying that I don't want to die today that I would give anything to god but my life right now because I have not told him of the love I felt for him yet. Pulling out the coin that Sam gave to me when I was only three telling me that one day it will come in handy, she buried it at the base of the tree, though she had decided beforehand that she would die with the coin. but instead uses it to make my last wish, to live and find a way to stay with Sam and away from everyone here.
Sitting up against the tree I could feel tears start to flow down my face, like a dam broke releasing the water that was held back for years. The feeling of death soon to come fueled the tears and anger I felt at everyone. How can everyone want two children to die, why would god want the blood of two sixteen year olds decided by birth because the town priest said so, but why Sam and I, why did it have to be us? What was so special about us, what was so different about us than any other sixteen year old in the town?
Again the numbness filled my hands, but this time instead of embarrassment, from seeing Sam in his night gown or of fear and sadness, this numbness was of nothing but intent to live. Energy filled me as if it was being poured into me by god, and letting me use his divine powers I prayed out loud.
"Hear me lord our father, send me aid and protection," saying these words gave me the strength to stand back up and raise my hands in prayer. "let me touch your hand so that you may guide me through this hell, let your angels protect the damned today, because they are your children as well, give Sam and I with the strength and protection you give to all your children to live through this day and turn your head to us and watch over so that your children can walk another day without being harmed, please lord give me the strength!"
As soon as I finished my prayer the numbness and electric feeling shot through my core and out through the top of my body as if I just sent a letter to god and I was hopping he gets it before the ritual was to be done tonight where both Sam and I were to die. But for now all I could do was follow the tradition and become the sacrifice that happens every sixteen years, a truly horrific play where we will die in front of everyone here as a show to god so they may live in peace for another sixteen years.