~ Third Person's Point of View ~
"Be the King? Can you hear yourself, Garron? Being a King is..."
Belor looked away and went closer to the rocks. He put down everything and said, "Young man, let's eat!"
"Here, old man. But, you looked disgruntled and disappointed!"
"Don't ask me why Billy. The sun will soon vanish, that's why we need to hurry up!"
He murmured and gnawed the grilled snake quietly.
Billy gasped as he nodded.
He stood and walked silently towards Garron who stared at the peaceful yet, dull surroundings.
He carried the half of the grilled snake and abruptly said, "Here,"
Garron took a deep when he heard the young man's cold voice. He replied, "I'm not hungry. You can eat everything if you want to."
"Your wish is my command."
Billy hurriedly turned his back on him and bite it without hesitation. "Hmm. It tastes like a chicken!"
"Wait!" Garron exclaimed.
