Chapter 9

"Grandpa?" When I saw the old man, I couldn't help but cry out in shock. My grandfather was a legendary fortune teller, known far and wide as the Crawford Seer. For as long as I could remember, his predictions had never once been wrong. Thus, people from all around the region would come to him whenever they faced troubles. Even the big shots in the city would travel miles to seek him out. But my grandfather passed away years ago due to illness! I stood there, frozen in disbelief. My eyes darted across his face over and over again. I was still in denial. I struggled to understand. How was my deceased grandfather sitting right before my eyes? How could someone with such a sweet soul be the mentor of a murderous madman like Ernest? Sensing my shock and confusion, my grandfather looked at me and spoke slowly, "Chevonne, I know you have a lot of questions right now. But before you list them, why don't you turn around and take a look at the village at the foot of the mountain?" Obedi