Dizzy with effort, Will could not go on. He stumbled and then fell. Every muscle in his body ached from marching up hill and down dale. Hungry and cold, he lay dazed.
‘She called me a villain,’ he whimpered, ‘she called me a villain. I’m not a villain,’ he protested as his eyes clouded over. ‘I wasn’t a villain then, either. I just didn’t know. I didn’t know!’ Will sobbed into the goose-down grass.
‘I didn’t mean to hurt the unicorn. I just wasn’t thinking; it’s true, it’s true!’ He tried to beat the grass with his fist, but his exhausted hand wouldn’t move. ‘I did my best to fix it,’ he proclaimed. ‘Yes, I did. I’m no villain. I’m not, I’m not.’
The sun departed in rich royal red, as a froth of pale evening floated in. Wish darkened and prepared for the night.
Will briefly opened his eyes. He stared bleakly at the darkening sky.
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