~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 wind felt nice on Seth's skin as he walked through the forest. 


He'd left his tent shortly after he'd addressed everyone. Adjusting to the new way things were being run wasn't easy for most but thankfully people were gradually adapting to the new way of living. 


And it was his job to make sure everyone was in order, all seventy of them. New survivors arrived each week and sometimes a few days in between. 


Food was never an issue, it was abundant on the island. The three knew what was coming and had stored up enough reserve to last at least 100 people for three years. 


People were on edge, Seth could feel it. Tension slithered the atmosphere and despite the prayers, he could feel the darkness tethering on the edge of the island. 


He still had Will to worry about. His job wasn't over yet. 


Seth had found a place to pray as soon as they'd arrived. 


Chapter Thirty-Nine