The warriors in a patriarchal world are told of a river that flows between love and madness. The river flows so mightily and with a fierce rolling deep and steady going, keeping in the center of the universe.
In groups of five representing 5 generations these warriors journey with great dreams concerning the river. The journey rolls along with great bonding and preaching.
Some sets of five find the great river every year.
During the journey the older-givers instruct the younger-takers in the ways they must approach the river. "Beneath the waves, yea beneath the rolling tides lay a treasure for you to take or leave."
It has been done before but little is known how a few legendary warriors made it to the river without community guidance.
The arrival of groups brings with it the greatest of possible emotions ever to span the hearts of this warrior race. Some of the younger, even those arriving there a third or fourth time hide within and if you looked closely inside them you could watch the scene of the small shy child diving behind mother's apron strings.
The elders inhale the mist and welcome the spray to lay on their parched skin.
The heart almost forgets the power of the river and the width and bends and depth of this river until it stands before it on foot or knee to offer the sacrifice.

The sacrifice - i must wait on another dream...