~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 opened his eyes. He furrowed his brows at the unfamiliar brown wooden ceiling. 


Groaning he sat up; immediately images of the realm flashed rapidly across his mind—the red coal horizon and the deadness that permeated through the very air of the eery void. 


"Bennett." He muttered clenching his fist. He'd been behind everything. 


'...so we asked them to take your memories away...' 


Does that mean he never had the tumor, to begin with? 


He had a headache just thinking about it. 


"Will, you're awake." he heard a soft voice say to him. 


He heard the door to his room close. The room was spacious and the air was surprisingly cool. 


All he'd remembered was passing out in the arms of the man that had looked like an angel. 


Will could feel the rapid increase in his heart rate as Hope drew closer. 


Chapter Eleven