Jace approached the edge of the river, walking as slow as he pleased. He knew from his parents yelling, all the time, that the river was a dangerous place. He looked across the water. There were the same trees, same grass, same blue sky. How much different could the nagas be then them? Surely there was one boy, his age, on the other side that had the same thoughts he did. What could make them so different? A he sat by the edge of river, letting his sandalled feet dip into the water, he thought to himself, maybe he could befriend one of them, if they trusted him. As he lay down on the grass, he remembered what he had learned about how nagas feed on people. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, he thought. His life had been going terribly, especially since his parents kicked him out of their house ever since he told them he like boys, and every day, he wished he had never told them. And at this point, being eaten by a naga didn't sound so bad, given the fact that it would be so soft and slimy in their stomachs. And the heat, by god the heat would feel glorious. He stood up and yelled across the river "Is there anybody there?" almost as if to provoke a naga to come out.