I will protect you.
Even if I have to sacrifice myself.
Written for The Darkling's Book of Contests.
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Pitiful child, Not yet ready to die. I shall give you the gift of Time. But my gift has a price to be paid, On your twenty-first year, I'll whisk you away. Away to my world to be my bride.