The Last Killer of Ghostcity
Chapter Nine: Alliance
A wooden cabin was placed in the middle of the woods behind the cemetery, apparently empty. At first, Rob thought it might have belonged to a witch in the past, when Gregory sacrificed his soul in order to gain power. The story told by Gaspard still messed with his young mind. The witches were coming, and now Gregory was leading them. Where would they be? They could appear anytime, of that Rob was sure. He looked around and, in seeing nobody, jumped onto the front yard and walked towards the cabin. There were a few broken fences around it, and a dog was standing still on the balcony. It started barking as Rob approached the isolated residence.
After knocking on the door twice, an old woman’s voice came from inside:
“Who is there? What do you want?” She said, looking through a little crack.
“Sorry, ma’am! I thought there was no one living here, but as I can see, I was wrong. My name is Robert Lancer. I’m very acquainted with witches, by the way,” he said, as he looked upon the lady’s shoulders, since he was a little bit taller.
“Witches? What do you know about witches? Have you met one before?” She asked, with a calm and childlike voice.
“It’s raining, so if you give me a chance I can explain to you why I’m here.”
The old woman stopped in front of him and scanned his face holding her spectacles. She seemed to be just a lonely grandma, living with her cats and dogs, embroideries, books and a rocking chair in the right corner of the room. But it wasn’t until Rob saw a long broom leaned against the wall that it dawned on him that she was in fact a witch. Fortunately, one of the good.
After Rob introduced himself, he told her his long adventure in the ghosts’ world, the battle against Gregory, and his attempt to save Claire, which he succeeded. Then the woman showed him a few magical artifacts, and promised help him out with anything he needed. The battlefield was something she was quite familiar with.
The old woman was making coffee and offered some of it to Rob, which he accepted, politely. As the boy sat on a worn-out brown couch, he coughed a little bit when the dust released by it reached his nose. Then the old woman brought some food to her cat and sat on a stuffed chair.
She put her spectacles on again and looked at Rob. The rain had stopped, and the following mortal silence was struck by a sudden noise of a thunder. Then she started:
“I remember like yesterday, the day we fought against the bad witches. Everything was filled with darkness, we had no hopes at all of winning the war. The fact that they had such a huge influence in the human world was a setback for us. We were in disadvantage, and barely knew how to turn things in our favor again,” the old woman said, with a tone of sadness in her face.
“It must have been really hard to fight them, I suppose. But how did things turn out?” Asked Rob, as he took a sip from his cup.
“Well, the unexpected happened,” she smiled quickly, “One of our friends, a well-trained wizard from a distant country, came to our salvation as soon as he knew we were about to lose.”
“So, he’s much better than Gregory, isn’t he?” Rob asked, curious.
“Oh kid, he certainly was,” she replied, seeming distant, “He did help us defeat the Darkness, and all the bad witches were killed. However, one of them hit my friend in the head with an irreparable curse. So, he fell hard, we tried our best to bring him back to life, but our powers were somewhat limited. He died in my arms,” said the woman, sniffing and looking downwards.
“I… I just… I don’t know what to say,” Rob seemed to be really touched by the story, “I’m sorry for your loss, ma’am. I wasn’t expecting that at all.”
“That’s okay, son,” she said, “We must focus on your mission now.”
“Alright, um…” He was looking for the right words to say, “So… How can you help me?” He asked, apprehensive.
“I have my contacts, don’t worry. We, the good witches, have always been very united. I know your purpose Rob, and what you have in your blood. It’s something beyond special, it’s the young power we need right now, screaming for justice and revenge. I’ll call them, then we can make an alliance. Lost ghosts and good witches, in the search of the same goal: to destroy the Evil. No one could stop us. Because this time, we have you, and you have us all. United, we’re going to win this war.”
“I can’t thank you enough ma’am. That’s what I needed to hear, it’s time to use everything we can in our favor. Each and every good creature in this world. Speaking of that, what happened while I was out? There’s no one out there. The city is empty.”
“It’s been five months, at the Halloween nightfall, Gregory came to hijack some kids. He looked for them in every house, and got to pick seven of them, just for one more of his sacrifices. He needs young souls to keep on living. That’s why everybody left.”
“Monstrous. Probably, he was looking for me, too. But he tasted the flavor of defeat when I destroyed his fortress. He’ll never forget that.”
“You have no idea of what is coming. He isn’t a human being anymore, can’t feel compassion, that’s why he did that. Anyhow, I think it’s time for you to go. When the time comes, we’ll be standing together.”
“Thank you so much, ma’am. By the way, what’s the name of this good soul?”
“Someone who prefers the good to evil. That’s all I can tell you,” she replied with a smile, “Get ready, Rob. This is going to be tougher that you think. May the odds be in our favor,” said the woman, walking him out.
He just couldn’t expect that. He had only known one good witch until then, Angela, who was already dead. But a light at the end of the tunnel made Rob feel more hopeful than ever before. He left the cabin and jumped onto the cemetery’s yard again to do what he’d promised to Gaspard. It was the last thing he needed to do before the greatest battle.