~He gave himself up to save her~

He made the wrong choice now he had to pay the price.

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Careful little princess, careful little boy what you choose, for to consent, is to lose.

The dragon's mouth is wide, filled with bones. It reeks of death and human flesh.

With gold and diamond, he lures you in. 

He has beady pearls-flames for eyes, 

And like a sheep to the slaughter, you're served on a platter.

He never gets enough; for like a lion, he goes about seeking whom to devour—his sole desire.

So children, run, keep your concession, 

Or ye might be next. Ye have been warned.

Remember this tale...the serpent never sleeps.

The Concession

He was running, he didn't exactly know where he just knew he had to get out of there. 


Ever since a voice had beckoned him into the realm he'd been running ever since. 


He hid in an alleyway. He was breathing so hard, he felt like his lungs were on fire. He looked behind him. 


He glanced down at his clothes, it was dirty and riddled with holes. He's been running for the past hour from creatures he hadn't even known existed. 


They were of different shapes and sizes, abominable creatures that had never seen the light of day. 


The air was so heavy and hard to breathe in that it was a miracle he hadn't already suffocated. 


The realm had an angry coal red vibe and every tree was dead and even the grasses had long since withered; nothing living grew. 


It was the apocalyptic version of the real world. 


Skyscrapers—or what was left of them—laid destroyed in clusters. It was a nightmare. 


Chapter Ten