[ WP ] A group of people worship a small , plain , clear glass marble . You touch it , and realise why .

`` I remember being naive like you, most of us start off that way.'' The figure looked back up at Burlek, signaling that he was done talking. The figure's eye had a way of piercing right through him. 
 
 Burlek has been on the verge of screaming for quite a while now. After all, this has been the day he had been waiting for since he could remember. Like the majority of the common-folk, Burlek had always known that this day would linger in his distant future. Today it was not a distant-day. His time had come. 
 
 The figure lifted his right hand; the pinky and ring finger were missing. This man was twenty-something years old. Burlek was still young; his pinky was freshly cut off last spring. The child tracked the figure's hand as it approached his face; he admired the nub where his ring-finger should have been. 
 
 With the three remaining fingers, the figure confidently pushed into Burlek's eye socket. The left hand clung to the boy's head, keeping it still. Once the fingers wrapped around the eye ( and acquired an appropriate grip ) the figure quickly pulled outwards. 
 
 It was only a split second. Although the child continued to scream and howl, he still managed to see the world around him begin to fade. 
 
 `` Hold still Burlek, it is almost done'' the figure reassured him. The three fingers placed the eyeball in the right-side jacket pocket. As the hand left the pocket, Burlek could make out a small blurred sphere. 
 
 `` **DO IT AlREADY**'' the child pleaded. Blood poured down his lips, with each word a small spurt would launch off his face. 
 
 `` We must say the words first. Remember?'' the figure was calm in his delivery. `` Repeat after me; I Burlek of age 10'' the child's ligaments were contorting; a sharp scream was let out, it was evident to the figure that Burlek was indeed trying to say the words. `` have just been awaken'', the child yelled once more; his empty eye-socket began to twitch. `` I swear to see true and I swear to see far'' this time Burlek managed to actually slip out a few of the words in their entirety. 
 
 The figure smiled. He took his three fingers and shoved them back in the eye socket. This time as the hand pulled out, a clear marble was left in the socket. 
 
 Burlek stopped screaming at once. A silence fell as the echo of the previous screaming faded away. The child adjusted his posture; he wiped some of the actively spilling blood off his face. 
 
 `` As I said, I was once naive like you Burlek. Most of us start off that way. How can a child ever be expected to understand the world around him before he can see?''
