tried my best to wear a smile and not appear to be troubled, even though on the inside I was going through turmoil.
Perhaps she did sense something I could not hide.
“Please, I am not someone who will lie to you. I have this feeling that you are wandering lost, unsure of where you are to
go from here.”
The seer seemed kind and sincere as she smiled. Her hazel eyes wrinkled a little at the corners. She held out her hand to
me, waiting for me to take it—and for a moment, I hesitated. What was she seeing that I didn’t already know? Slowly, I reached
for her hand, and she grasped mine.
She lifted my hand upwards before bringing it back down. When she looked at me, her eyes suddenly disappeared behind a
white mist. My eyes widened, shocked by what I was seeing.
“You are shrouded with a great darkness sitting on your shoulders. It does not want to leave. It wants to keep you with it.
Consume you. You must not let it!” she shouted.
I tried to pull away, but her other hand moved quickly and covered my hand, locking me in her grasp. She pulled me
forward forcefully, and I fell into the table slightly.
“He who owns the darkness, someone you knew before, from a past life, perhaps. He wishes to claim you. Make you his.
You must not let him snuff out your light!” she rasped.
She finally let go and as I stepped away quickly, her eyes returned to normal. She cleared her throat, appearing confused as
she watched me rub at my wrist. Bruises from the tight grasp of her fingers were already forming.
“I’m so sorry, your highness, sometimes the forces take over,” she explained nervously.
“Y-yo-you said I am shrouded with darkness, and I must not let him snuff out my light. Who is he?”
“I apologise. All I see are flashes of images and words whispered to me,” she admitted meekly.
“What did you see?” I demanded.
“A man, two men in fact. Both are following you. But one of them is a trickster, playing a cunning game.”
Riddles. She spoke in riddles and her words confused me. Was she talking about the shadow man in the woods? Or perhaps
Dorian? Maybe even Lord Cole? She looked lost as she stared at me, her eyes becoming glassy while she reached up and
rubbed her temples.
“I am sorry I frightened you…here.”
Lifting up the purple crystal she was polishing, she held it out for me to collect, but I was frozen with fear. She placed it in
the middle of the table and then left behind the curtain behind her, without saying another word or giving me any explanation of
what had just happened.
Now alone, her words of darkness and tricksters played in my mind as I stared at the crystal. Without grabbing the crystal, I