I looked out at the expectant crowd and wanted to hide. The head priest caught my eye and nodded. He’d ushered hundreds of youths through the coming of age ceremony. Maybe thousands. I could do this.
For hundreds of years, youths followed in the footsteps of The Hero. This was a ceremony to give them His courage. I adjusted my tunic and stepped up to the altar.
The clay pot sat on the stone, eyelessly accusing me of my cowardice. I picked it up. With a mighty shout, I raised it over my head and tossed it to the floor.

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