Aiden:"What's going on here?" Henkel:"Hello. I'm Henkel. This student here was curious about my lesson today, about when the guns were confiscated in Villedor and what happened afterwards. He wants to light a candle on the site of the March Massacre."
Aiden:"(The March Massacre?) The March Massacre?"
Henkel:"Yes. 64 people died that day. Gunned down like sitting ducks. If you want to know more, you should go and see for yourself."
Aiden:"(Why can't he?) Why can't he?"
Henkel:"No one can leave the building while school is in session, children shouldn't walk around the Bazaar on their own."
Aiden:"Hm... I thought you'd be more worried about them falling into a dark zone..."
Henkel:"Oh, kids nowadays are too smart to fall into a silly hole. Anyway, could you light a candle for him, young man? You might learn something yourself."
Aiden:"Sure. Though I was pretty lousy at history."
Henkel:"History is boring when someone tells you about it. It starts being fascinating when you can touch it."
Aiden:"Touch it?"
Henkel:"Yes. Take this candle and go to the monument of the World Art Congress. Or... what's left of it. It's close by. Contact me when you get there. You'll see what my lesson was about today."
(At the monument) Aiden:"Hey, Henkel? I'm at the monument. You were right. Not much left of it." Henkel:"Good. Look closely. There is much more to it than meets the eye."
(Upon investigating the plaque) Aiden:"What happened here?" Henkel:"That is where the riots started. People were terrified. How could they protect themselves and their families? There was massive unrest. So, a curfew was put in place. And homes were raided to ensure no one was hiding any weapons. Punishment for those who didn't comply was quite severe."
(Upon investigating the list of names) Aiden:"There's a plaque here... a lot of names on it. Are those the victims of the Massacre?" Henkel:"Yes, 64 names... Things were starting to get pretty bad outside the walls around then, and the army needed more weapons. So, they confiscated the civilians' weapons. Private ownership of any sort of firearm and its ammunition was forbidden thereafter."
(Upon investigating the bullet holes) Aiden:"Shots were fired." Henkel:"The army started shooting at people. Panic broke out. And, of course, things only got worse. The riots escalated. It was the beginning of the end. Light the candle."
(Upon placing the candle) Aiden:"So you're saying that Pratt made a bad call, taking people's guns away?" Henkel:"Hard to know for sure, but it didn't end well for anyone. In fact, the main irony is that the army soon ran out of ammunition. And just like that, firearms became obsolete. At least, that's what's generally believed to have happened. Now, you'll hear some folks claim that Pratt kept a secret stash of ammunition somewhere in the city. But if so, he took that secret to the grave... so I guess we'll never really know. And that's the thing about history: we rarely ever really know. It's not a hard science. History is fragile as the passing of time. It takes the vigilance of people like myself to make sure it's not rewritten to suit the whim of each new generation's self-righteous fight. The duty of remembrance. Everyone should practice it. Farewell now, Pilgrim. I hope this little trip down memory lane has illuminated your path."
