We only get one chance, once per year. This year, it was our turn. Me and my two loyal friends. Up the mountain, they tell you. Through the waterfall. Then you stare into the abyss. Do not be afraid. Simply listen. Listen to what that ancient spirit asks you, and answer, and you shall have your greatest wish granted to you.
We were a long way from the village now. The spirit looked sad - a long way from his people, too, I would imagine. But I could not back down. This spirit could give me everything I wanted.
"Ask me the question, friend." I could barely speak.
"What..." he barked a foul cough. I could hear pain in his growl. "What would happen... when Barb dies?"
"Oh fuck."