He was
dejected. Clutching the wooden, frayed basket of poisonous snakes between his
stubborn fingers, Marcus tiptoed towards the leering Lannister and vast
gladiators. “Is this worth it?” Marcus whispered isolatedly to himself.
Despite all
the knotted twists, the venomous snake hissed at the guard, his magic then excited
Tata into ecstatically bolted with freedom. Tata exclaimed: “Quick! Let’s race
to the dormant mountain with the abandoned horse!”
“I’ve really
missed you!” Wept Marcus as tears dripped down his tender face. Unsteadily, by feeling
his wretched father’s arm, covered in ruby red bloodstains and sweaty scars,
the duo clambered up the rocky ridge.
