Sorry, Fate Postponed—The Supreme Empress Won’T Be Dying Today!
Part 005
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Evaporated into the evening air as though she were never there.
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Her stall, her improbable inventory, her little cloth, every speck had disappeared.
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Evidently, Granny had the teleportation speed of a caffeinated ninja.
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I interrogated the nearby vendors, wagging my bags of food at them in desperation.
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And to my eternal horror, they all swore up and down that no such grandmother had ever existed.
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No, they did not see her.
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No, they did not see me crouching to buy anything.
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In fact, according to them, the space where she’d been was nothing but empty pavement.
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Now I was not only the proud owner of a probably-cursed necklace, but also one step closer to being a cautionary tale about meddling with mystical grannies.
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After the day I acquired that necklace, which was probably forged by the hands of some ghostly ancestor,
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I made it my solemn mission to return it.
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