The pale woman sat there, across from her sat an old lady ready to tell her fortune.
Serinas Frotunes read the sign over the small tent. It was dimly lit and the only thing inside were two chairs and a small table, residing on it a crystal ball.
“Come on lets get this over with,” the young woman looked annoyed as she flipped her long, black hair over her shoulder.
“ahhh…Prisilli… lets see here.” Serina said gently as she closed her eyes and touched the crystal ball. “You will find the great power you seek one day, but- oh.”
“What!?” Prisilli shreaked. Maiking thunder sound around the tent and the light wind now turn to a forceful blow.
“A girl, she was born on the same month and day as you, but you reside on different years. She shall triumph over your terrible reign, and all power shall be swept from your grasp.”
“NO!” Prisilli screamed tossing her chair back as she stood up, the wind grew stronger, and lightening struck the villages around them.