~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 didn't know how long had passed just that he had remained in the same position for days on end trying to make sense of everything. 


He stared into the distance, it had gotten dark. Darkness did set here, he realized. 


But there were no stars. The darkness depicted how he felt perfectly—alone. 


The cold caress of the rain seemed ineffective on his skin; for some reason, he couldn't feel it. He just sat there in the downpour, his clothes wet. 


"For how long are you going to sit there and mop, Jake. Do you miss her?" Lightning struck overhead and William didn't move a muscle, he was as still as a statue. 


He'd been like that for five days now, it seemed Fil was tired of it. He hadn't said a word since they'd returned. 


"Do you miss her fuzzy brown eyes?" Will heard the crunching of wet sand behind him as the rain intensified, 


Chapter Eighteen