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>The town was eerily quiet. The traveller would have easily passed it for a ghost town were it not for the lampposts having been lit on, and the fresh carriage tracks and boot prints in the mud.
>The wandering girl had arrived at night, much later than she would have liked to, but she had run into some troubles on her way and now needed to seek shelter until the dawn.
>The stillness of the village made her uneasy as she walked through it. There was no sign of anyone through the houses’ windows. She would have known if the townsfolk had died, she could sense those things happening, and there was no scent of magic in the air.
>The traveller stopped at what appeared to be an inn. She knocked at first, and waited for someone to answer. When no one came for the door, a second set of knocks, but still there was no answer.
>She walked over to another house and tried again. Nothing. The girl decided to investigate.
>The door was locked, however, during her time as a traveller, she had picked up a few lock-picking tricks. It stood no chance against her and in a few seconds the door was opened.
>The girl walked inside. In the lantern light, she could see that a dinner had just been eaten, she could even still smell it.
>The girl walked further inside. She could hear bed creaks coming from one of the rooms, and as she approached, she could distinguish the sound of breathing.
>She opened the door to the bedroom. There, a man was laying, sleeping. She gently shook him awake, to ask for information.
>The man slowly arose. His eyes flickered open a few times, and suddenly, as he saw the traveller, a look of horror and confusion washed over his face.
>“N-no, w-what, who, why, why, WHY”
>He was overcome with despair, angrily crying and shouting at the girl.
>But just as suddenly he froze. He wasn’t looking at the girl anymore, but rather, behind her.
>“No, please wait, it’s not my fault, please, please, please forgive me” he pleaded.
>The girl looked behind her. Standing next to the doorframe were a dozen hooded figures, clad in black robes, holding an ancient-looking book.
>The girl drew the short sword she kept at her belt.
>The shadows started chanting in unison.
>The man’s crying subsided until eventually he was no more than a puddle of purple goo on his bed.
>The figures disappeared back into the darkness, where they had silently come from.
>The girl had just looked at what had happened.
>After all, it was her duty to observe you see.
>She knew there were beings far more powerful than her. Beings that should not be trifled with.
>“Man, today really isn’t my day” she thought, as she set off to another town.
Why am I doing this at 2AM...