So, I was supposed to be sacrificed with three other witches who were sixteen, only they didn't tell us we were being sacrificed, only that we'd get a slice in our palms. We'd be part of the harvest to help keep our ancestral magic ties and therefore keep our magic flowing. I got rescued before they sacrificed me, by a vampire.
But, eventually the sacrifice happened. We were resurrected, but between our death and resurrection, we were with the ancestors. When I came back, they punished me. All because I didn't want to die.