The Cursed Warrior (Part 3)

The curse was silent for a moment, as if it were considering the offer he'd made. 

Varek waited, anticipation gnawing at him. 

The boy stood and watched him, still unsure what he stumbled upon. His chance to run was long gone. 

"I…I'm looking for my home," he said in a high-pitched, quiet voice. 

He was so young. Varek couldn't even remember being a child anymore. He couldn't remember the life he'd had before entering the graveyard. It was all gone. 

The child had so much of his life ahead of him. 

And Varek was about to rip that away from him. 

Am I really considering this? 

Better than killing him, another part of him argued. 

This might be our last chance, he realized. 

One way or another, it had to be done. 

The curse trembled around him, a formless presence that coiled in the empty spaces between the dead Titan bodies.