Alfred gingerly squeezed his granddaughter’s shoulder, a hollow assurance, he knew. “The hour is old and yet this wretched siege still bays its horn.” “When is it going to end, Grandpa?” “Soon I think.” “Really?” Elsa perked up with a bright smile, a contrast to the dark hour. “Do not let joy win your heart yet.” “Why?” “We are losing.” “Should we pray, Grandpa?” “It’s past the time for prayer.” “But, isn’t that what you do?”
You wish to feelYou wish to beYou wish for everythingThen pay the feeBroke you sayNot a penny or a dimeYou have a soulThen rich you are to me You wish to feelYou wish to beYou wish for everythingThen pay the feeA little soul for meTickles the lipsSweet sweet soul from you to meYou will have everything You wish to feelYou wish to beYou wish for everythingThen pay the feeWhat you give unto meI give unto youTasty and sweetYour soul to me You wish to feelYou wish to beYou wish for everythingThen pay the feeDo you not know of meFunny is the feeYou never seeBut always needThe bit of soul in…
“Little rats, all my little rats.” The Lord of the Dome inhaled the damp rotten air with an impish grin, staring down upon the sniffing masses of his devoted followers. “Yes, yes. Drip goes the water to the tune, no gloom, of my glorious realm.”
The forest watched Jared run. He could feel their eyes on him, even if he didn't believe it. He had grown to love these woods, and today he felt a part of them. He moved among them. Under branch, over fallen tree, around bush, and across stream, he ran, more akin to the forest than a passenger under its shadowy gaze.