"I trust you," she says as his knife point to her throat.

Watching this was a challenge the first few times but I've managed to keep the straight face they need me to have on for a while now. I didn't ask for this position that I'm in now. The last thing I remember before this is fighting for my life so that my people could be safe. I didn't realize I was also fighting for the title of Solar Commander. We used to be a tribe based on the beauty of nature, led by a Torch Mother. Now we drift through space, begging for a new world. Earth is no longer an option.

I made eye contact with the woman in front of me, the heavy bags under her ice blue eyes making it known that the life has been drained out of her and she's ready for her sacrifice. This isn't desperation. It's sacrifice. She does this because survival demands it and because she believes others should, too. We are the last of the human race and now stuck in an endless loop of taking life away only to breathe it back into each other.

"Proceed." I commanded to the Ashblade Marshal as he hesitated to start the ritual for the sacrifice. The tattooed soldier, stomach filled with nothing but despair, pressed his knife into the frail woman next to him, not enough to kill on spot but just enough to bleed out if not taken care of properly.

"For the greater good of mankind," he started as he took two fingers into the slit of her throat, "To quench the thirst of our brothers and sisters."

He then squeezed drops of her blood into a bowl that was splattered with past sacrifices.

As the room filled with heaviness and the reek of fresh wounds, I could sense there was more to this, "Who is she to you?" I asked him.

The frail woman, now covered in blood yet not making a sound, dropped to the floor as he cried out, "My wife!"

As the Solar Commander, I bare it, so they don't have to.

"Leave." I spoke. He shook his head and started to scream at the sight of his wife dying at his hands in front of him, "Leave now!" I shouted at him and to my surprise, he did.

I looked at the dying woman in front of me before putting her out of her misery. Times like this have a way of making me feel like I am a part of humanity again. Let's be honest here, though. That will never happen again.

"For the greater good of mankind to quench the thirst of our brothers and sisters. One body, many mouths. Humanity drinks today."