Celebrating ones victory can lead to a lot of negative consequences. One of those of course is if you weren't actually victorious but just thought you were and you're open to a very easy sneak attack. Which is kind of what happened to me, not that I was attacked, but it would have been really easy to do while I was standing there savoring the moment (again while the town burned down, so not even savoring something I should have been wait maybe I shouldn't admit this so readily...) Anyway moving this story along (as much as I ever do, so glacial pace!) I felt a small tap at my back and was shocked to turn around and see three small ghost children. Ghosts should be glad you can't simply kill them with bullets because I'll admit had my pistol not been empty I would have killed these ghosts again, or perhaps for the first time? I'm lost... MOVING ON!
"Sir." The way she said sir made my heart ache, it was hard seeing dead children, but doubly so when they address you in the proper form.
"Yes?" It was plainly obvious as to why the old lady had stopped people from moving on when I saw the children. They were probably her grand children and died probably accidentally, and so she didn't want to let go of them and thus caused all the problems the town was facing.
"Thank you sir, it was time for us to move on." I felt relieved they at least accepted they were dead, but sad all the same.
"You're welcome, I'm sorry I had to kill her to let it happen." The children looked on with a sneer their faces distorted at the mention of her.
"We're not sorry! She killed us and then couldn't let us move on, instead she took her torture to the next step, if there was a way you could have made her suffer more we'd have appreciated it." Ok at this point I was considerably less sorry about what had happened, but it at least explained how the old lady was so powerful yet so clumsy. She had sacrificed children for the power.
"Well then you're welcome again."
"Do you know what will happen to us now?" The three of them were shuffling their feet, and I shrugged my shoulders.
"I have no idea, I've seen the afterlife a couple times, please don't ask, but for children who died like you did, not a clue." It was the truth, I don't sugar coat things.
"Well thanks again mister." They started walking and then disappeared in front of me, all around town ghosts were doing the same thing. People might have noticed more had the town not been on fire, but you know these kind of things happen! All the same I retrieved my sword (using some cloth because it was still hot from the lightning strike), and made my way out of town, didn't even ask for payment or try and retrieve my luggage (mostly because my hotel was on fire and I packed light). On the way out of town I ran into someone who was kind of surprising considering the town. I'll get into that later of course because I'm nice like that!
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