Cosima Lennox hated how people could never trust her. Of course, by becoming the Oracle she should have realized it. As she stumbled through the Saturday market, she ignored the hate-filled comments and the rude comments and marched into a private booth in the center of the market.
“Roscoe Colin’s!” She huffed.
“Ah, Cosima. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Roscoe asks. He’s putting away a deck of tarot cards, no doubt just wrapping up a reading.
Cosima liked Roscoe a lot. He would indeed drive her insane, but she had known him forever and she couldn’t hate him for one thing.
“You told the Queen about me! And now she has an appointment in 30 minutes.”
Roscoe watches her pace. With his wolf’s grin, he looks mischievous. A snicker escapes his lips, and she debates punching him in the gut or his perfect smile.
“So are you saying…”
“Stop,” Cosima hisses trying to shut him up.
“That I have better customers than the famed Oracle herself?”
“No,” Cosima pauses to let her mind speak for her “you know exactly why she wouldn’t believe in my gift. Your stuff is all luck, odds, and probability, but mine is harder to… comprehend than that. Oh, if I’m right, the Queen is walking down the street right… now.”
As the royal trumpets squeak and squabble Cosima smirks and slips out the flap of a door, ending up right next to the Queen herself.
“Hello, madam. Cosima Lennox is at your service. You have an appointment with me…”
As the Queen's head turned to look at her, Cosima understood the hesitant feelings surrounding her. Her fully black eyes were a shade darker than the devil horns on her head. Her walnut brown hair was styled so that it had tons of braids. A scar took out part of her left eyebrow and eye and went down to her lips. In the same spot as the scar was a silver hoop ring on her lip.
“Oh, you’re the one that claims to see the future…” Her voice came out sharp and her mouth twisted into a scowl. Cosima silently cursed Roscoe for telling the Queen about her.
“If you will just give me a chance I can show you. I can prove it to you. Of course, there are some contracts you have to sign, and I can’t tell you how soon this is going to happen but it has always worked.” Cosima said. Then she took the Queen's arm and led her to a massive private booth.
When the Queen finally settled down and stopped her rude remarks, Cosima took both hands and closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she was in a small room that had five little beds. The Queen, Cosima was looking through her eyes and was being restrained by two girls that Cosima didn’t know. Across from the Queen was her. But Future Cosima had a bloody nose and another girl was holding a small box of tissues, but when Future Cosima reached for them, her hand passed through the box. And the girl's hand.
Violently, Cosima shook her head snapping her out of the future and back into the present.
“Madam…” Cosima started. “I would rather not share your fortune with you. I’m sure you can understand…”
“Then you are a phony like all of the others. Guards, do you think liars should be executed?” The Queen asks slyly.
Cosima, desperately, explains her vision, leaving out the ghost. If the legends were true, ghosts symbolize slaves and pain. Sometimes death. It's rumored that if you can see a ghost, those fortunes are coming to you.
“There is no way I will ever be in a room with you again, though I wouldn’t mind punching you. You’re a scam like all the others.”
“And,” Cosima adds, feeling something else, “Get out now! Trust me please.” Cosima pushed the Queen as fast out the door as she could. She sighs, hoping nothing will happen, but as she makes eye contact with the elf across the market, she knows it isn’t.
And then the Queen was on the ground, and the elf was gone, the only thing remaining of her is her knife lodged in the Queen's cheast.197Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡchWRXtpAxU
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