Chapter 6: Epilogue
The Hunter stood outside the walls; holding a torch in one of his hands. In front of him, the Baghead village was in flames; burning to the ground under the moonlit sky. The Hunter remained silent as he watched the large flames dancing. Unbeknownst to him, Diggory had just come out from the forest and was now standing beside him. “I thought I heard the loud sound of fire crackling,” he exclaimed, startling the Hunter, “It sounded like Baghead is burning.” The Hunter nodded. “Baghead burns and its people with it,” the gravedigger continued, “Although I mourn for their deaths, it is a fate most appropriate. Madness had overtaken them long before the scourge of the beasts. Death would have come for them sooner or later.” The Hunter remained silent as he reached into his duster jacket pocket. Slowly, he pulled out a letter. It was Fitzgerald’s last letter that he had found in his tattered garb. “At least the flames have burned away any remnants of the beast scourge,” Diggory said, unaware of the letter, “After all, that was the reason for you coming here, was it not? To wipe out the beasts from this village?” The Hunter gave another nod as he crumpled up the letter into a ball before throwing it into the massive inferno in front of him. He watched the curled up letter slowly burn until it turned into ashes. With a sad sigh, the Hunter turned around and walked back into the forest. “Farewell, good Hunter,” Diggory said, hearing the Hunter walk away, “May your soul find peace and salvation in these dark times.” The Hunter did not answer as he melted into the darkness. Meanwhile, Diggory continued standing in front of the burning village. As it ashes flew into the night sky, he began his soliloquy:“O, ye lost souls of Baghead.
In your hubris, you turned your back towards the one true God and instead worshipped false idols.
In doing so, you lost His divine protection and His guidance.
You reveled in your arrogance and in that moment of weakness, the Devil came and claimed you with his infernal flame.”