~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

The void closed behind them as they stepped out of it. 


William was silent as he stared at the ground. 


He was used to the feel of the sand beneath his feet, the bright mildly scorching sun, and the occasional rain, but he paid none of those things mind as he felt tears drop slowly down his cheek. 


"Murder isn't a big deal." Fil shrugsed beside him. As usual, he laid on the sand and played with it. 


"I mean I can't count the number of people I've killed." He said none chalantly. 


"Mine's different," William said turning to him. 


"I killed him because he deserved it, why do you kill?" 


"Easy, I hate humans. They're a waste of space and time." 


"Whatever," William said sitting on the ground beside him. 


He closed his eyes but he could only see honey brown eyes. 


Chapter Twenty