Sacrabeus the sorcerer wasn't collecting children for the fun of it. No, he wanted something from them. He had everything that he desired except one thing: more time. He was mortal and one day he would die. But the children offered him hope. What Sacrabeus wanted from them was THEIR time, the remaining years of their lives. The life of one child would add many years to his. But the lives of many children? When added together, THAT would be something. But could it be done? Maybe. Children would be wasted. But they were everywhere, like fruit on a tree. Could he squeeze the life out of them? That was the question.