Gasps are heard as the Fire shoots from the Sky onto the Torch held in Chilcoat's grasp. Chilcoat smiles and holds the flame up, offering it to the Gods.

She carefully places the flame into the cauldron and the solemn processional pass through the crypt door. Two youths, holding olive branches lead them to the center while the haunting music of the flute serenades the expectant crowd. continued