The drums started to beat faster and faster, and blood was splattered everywhere. Someone was dancing, another was holding the neck of his slaughtered horse, splattering blood around. The drums' beats grew louder in everyone's ears, even those on the island started to stick their heads out of the windows with curiosity and unknown anticipation of what was going on. The drums' beats grew louder and louder, until they began to hear them in their minds as if they had become a part of them. Suddenly, a bone-rattling scream came out, then everything stopped. Their minds calmed down and their hearts that had been dancing with those terrifying drums stilled. Everything ended with that scream. The tree became ash and the corpse was just bones. Everything happened so fast. If a man was looking at what they did, he wouldn't have believed how quickly it happened there! The woman left the circle and went to the edge of the island and looked down and said: “Tomorrow he will die!” She looked behind her and found them all looking at her so she shouted and said: “Let’s get out of this island. There is no place for us here anymore!”