Milay had much to be thankful for and laid food from his garden upon the highest point of the city to offer them. After he laid down the offering he stood and began to pray. His family had been allowed to prosper even though times along the town he lived in by the sea was struggling. He knew others could not afford the food he was laying out, but he knew if he prayed the gods would provide. He knew that he would provide as well.

The stood upon the building till the sun began to set when he heard the voices of the gods. “Milay you have been so generous, but we don’t want your food.” Milay stood in awe as the thunderous voice came to him and he replied, “But I have brought you this as a token of thanks, what more do you want.” A laughter emanated from the heavens and a booming voice said in no uncertain terms “We want you Milay, you must jump and sacrfice yourself for the people of your town.”

Milay did not know what to think of this, he was a very religious and faithful man, but he didn’t know if he could do that. He didn’t know if he could kill himself. He looked down and saw the waves crashing against the shore and took his shirt off and walked to closer to the ledge. He looked up and said “I will do what I must for my people.”, and with that he started to make his leap when he heard another voice.

“What the hell are you doing?” Milay stopped in his tracks and looked around and saw his brother Killy running towards him with a microphone in his hand. “I didn’t think you would really do it brother, but it certainly shows how much you care about all the people of our tiny town.” Milay smiled at him and laughed.

“I knew it was you all along.”, and they hugged each other.

As they were walking away from the cliff Milay looked back and just realized how close he had come to jumping to his death. He knew he would get even with his brother, and he knew he would pay.