- -SURRENDER- -

The cool ground that met his face was almost welcome as he fell.

In the darkness, one could just make out a towering figure, masked and clad in rags. With one fiercely muscled arm, he held a small boy up by his shirt.

The demon had been plaguing them throughout their three weeks on Yock Island, and, frankly, he was tired of it.

But this was the first time he thought of merely giving up.

His brother- the one held up by the monster- whimpered in pain from bruises from previous encounters.

Just within his vision on the cool earth, a fallen moth sat- dead from the storm, no doubt, that had occurred the day before- picked at by ants, eager to find a meal.

That is what I'll become, he thought, eyes tired and his body weary. A part of the earth...

But do you want to die? A voice asked, deep in his sub-conscience.

No, not yet.

With his calloused and worn hands, he pushed himself up.

And with shaking arms he held up the knife to his brother's captor.

"Let my brother down, or I swear, I will..."

- -Fin- -