Brent, Ashley, and the Scotsman

by ashihime

The Scotsman—now a ghost—comes across a familiar face. Unfortunately, it's deja vu all over again when he realizes his dear friend is missing both his brain and magic sword. This naturally calls for another search, like that one adventure decades ago. Only this time, it won't just be the two of them. Because despite losing his identity, his friend found himself a girlfriend!

19. Chapter 19

"There's like a hole."

"Yes, lad." The Scotsman replied wearily. "We can all see it."

True enough, there was a giant hole in the dead center of the barren summit of where they stood. There were no signs of vegetation at all, only piles of rubble and broken stone pillars, which worried the ghost.

"Aww…" Ashley pouted, plopping down on to a rock, which soon disappeared under the fluff of her periwinkle skirts. "There's no gift shop even! We climbed all the way up here for nothing!"

"I think there's something next to you, my crepe suzette." said Brent, pointing at the base of where Ashley sat, to something protruding from the drape of her skirts.

"Ooh!" Ashley checked, and her curiosity quickly turned into horror. "Oh my gosh! It's a yucky skeleton!"

She leapt off the rock and into Brent's waiting arms.

The Scotsman examined the remains, staring into the empty socket holes of a horned skull. "It's just a wee ram, lass. Rather...what's left of it. No need to get yer knickers twisted. Hmm…" The ribcage caught his attention. "There's a clean line here. Poor thing was cut down by some basturt."

Brent's face went aghast as he continued to comfort his distraught girlfriend. "Like, what kind of despicable monster would do such a thing to a poor innocent creature?!"