Four hours had passed, and Amethyst woke up to see it was dark. She sat up and felt the pain shooting from her foot. She touched it, still tender. Amethyst slowly stood and continued walking. Something glowed in the distance, and Amethyst went to see what it was. When she got closer, she realized they were lanterns, and the sound of music came from a village. Amethyst gazed at the fields and the town, but there were no people.
“Not again,” she said to herself as she slowed her pace. “I hope there aren’t any ghosts here.”
Just then, she spotted a man lighting a fire, a woman standing next to him, and holding something in her hands while crying. On the pile of wood laid a coffin with a wrapped body inside, and everyone encircled it. Amethyst walked to one of the villagers and asked what ha
