Library: Bad timing

Bad timing Late in the summer. Known campsite in the woods. There are travelers sitting around a big campfire. Most of them are heading to nearby small village, back to home. It is last night on the road. They have spend a week in town ,sold cows and grain on the market. A good year again. Extra money was spend to bars , whores and other great things that town has and village doesnt. Mood is high and big bottles of moonshine are passed around. Old man starts telling a story. Story is legendary evil versus good. There is plenty of monsters, all powerfull hero . Monsters get defeated one by one. Hero strikes heads of with one blow and doesnt seem to have any sense of humor or other inhuman abilities. He is just a machine ,made to destroy evil. Many ears have heard this kind of tale before the storyteller was even born. There is quite a many somewheres, sometimes and someones , but old man seems to be very talented to perform these. Amount of detail doesnt matter to him. Most of listeners are fascinated. Story takes em over and they forget the strong moonshine ,horny bitches in town ,ugly wifes in home. The general meaningless of life is gone. The story is finally over. Men are talking about it. Praising the hero and cursing the evil.They are hoping to have life like that. No working days on fields, no smelly kids crying for food. Just glory and lust. No more skanky fat whiny wifes yelling what to do, just awesome beautiful girls doing what told to. And who ever messes with you ... just boom and guy is dead in a blink of an eye , no need to hear shit for one. Moonshine is running to thirsty mouths. Minds are far away from home but just one more travel day separates body. Then its just endless wait for next years market. Home sweet home.... A young stranger have been listening the story. He takes a big gulp from bottle and clears his throat with loud cough. "a nice story old man, but in real world ...". Everyone turns to look this young fellow. So he starts to speak with clear and strong voice: "4 days ago I finally find the trail of demon. The monster. A terrible beast from unknown. It has many forms and shapes so it took 6 months to track it down. But i was driven by justice just to payback the massacre thing did in my home village. Marks of it magic where clear and fresh. I was only couple days behind it and it was getting ready to make another bloodbath in some of the nearby settlements." Listeners are freezed. They are forced back to reality. Dreams about glorious life are replaced by grief and unbeliev. Is that our village? What is going on? Is this a real hero? But no one says a thing and young fellow stands up and continues. " I continued to follow the marks. And then i stumbled to something. A corpse of young woman. Buildings near by. Chill in my bones. Demon have been here. Devoured the souls. Blood have been poured . Small chappel middle of village was on fire. Its was really horrible. The image of the cat nailed to that big oak and slaughtered kids .... so sick" That hits the audience. A big oak. That is our village. Those are our children. That must be my cat. A big chill is creeping in everyones backbone. How could this happen? Atmosphere is so surreal and spooky. Everyone just roll their eyes in confusion and pain on their face. "I see..... well i still have to told you this. I continued to follow the trail from there and it was really fresh nearby. I was forced to stop tracking becouse of darkness so i decided to come rest on this campsite" Another stranger who have been sitting very quiet with hood over his head, drops the hood. A horrible looking twisted man. With grin on his face he snarls. " Young bloke here is coloring things up, i would never nail a cat on tree..." Faster than lightning a sword appears to old mans hand. He strikes. Young stranger shouts "noooooo we were just kidding, it was just a story , a joke". But its too late. The twisted stranger looses his head. Last thing the young fellow ever hears is old man's strong voice "And I was just remembering the old times" . Last act. A practical joke. 2 actors murdered in woods. New story is told in the town.

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