The Lord of Snakes followed the boy across the endless plain.
He knew where the boy was heading, which was odd since the boy didn't know himself. So sure he was of the boy's intentions he strode with ease, even whistling a little ditty to himself. Serpents, rattlers and the like, paid him homage as he trod, yet he paid his good and faithful servants no mind except to occasionally crush a bowed head into the dirt with glee. He giggled as their tiny skulls crunch-squished into the desert dust.
"Hisssss," they cried as he passed.
He stuck out his forked tongue in acknowledgment, and stepped on another.
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