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Saturday, June 4, 2011

Chapter One, pt.1

Silay watched with interest as the town leaders approached the Seer’s cabin. It had been almost a year since the Seer had called her ghost and thrown her out, and rumor had it that she had notified the leaders that she would not tell fortunes this year.

Curious, Silay followed the leaders from a distance, then slid around to the side of the Seer’s cabin, where she would be able to overhear the conversation. The Seer may not have seen a future for her, but in some ways, she had still made a correct prediction. Silay had become a ghost. The people of Dagrosa didn’t know what to make of her, so tacitly, unanimously, they had decided to make nothing of her. People went out of their way to avoid having to acknowledge her, for to do so would mean acknowledging one of two facts. Either it was possible for a person’s future to be unknown, or their Seer had failed. Either truth could mean an end to fortune telling, and not just in Dagrosa. People everywhere relied on the guidance of seers. Yes, they only saw may-be’s, not must be’s, but it was something all the same. And no one wanted to think about what it meant that the Seer had seen nothing in Silay’s future.

“The girl was a fluke, everyone knows that. No one doubts you abilities, Seer”.

Silay pressed her ear against the side of the cabin, straining to hear the old woman’s reply. “You best hope she was not, sirs. Indeed, pray the girl was just the first of my failures and that my age has at last weakened my view of the future.”

“What do you mean?” A different man’s voice asked the question.

“Do you think I only look into the future on Fortune Day?” the Seer paused for a response. Receiving none, she continued. “I watch the future always, and what I have seen is ruin. So again, I tell you, hope the mistake was mine, and that I am mistaken even now.”

“Do you believe you are mistaken?” It was the first man again.


“Then it is your duty to say what you have seen.”

“Duty?” the old women paused again, as if thinking. “Yes, perhaps it is. But what of your duty? Will you share what I am about to tell you to the people?”

“We will do as we see best.”
“As you see best? Well, I suppose I can expect no more."

Silay heard movement within, and then a gentle thump. She must have set the Seeing Crystal on the table, she thought. There was a moment of silence, then a gasp from the men. Then more silence.
Finally, one of the men spoke. “Are you certain?”
“Certain?” the Seer’s voice held contempt. “Of course I’m not certain. Do you know nothing of fortune telling? Yet, I’m as certain as I’ve ever been. Everywhere I look, the paths all lead to the same thing. Death. Ruin. And not just in Dagrosa. I see it everywhere, I see all people’s future’s ending in the same place. Plague. Plague is coming.”
“And do you see anyone stopping it?”
“No. It cannot be stopped.”
There was a scraping of chairs. “Thank you, Seer. We must discuss what best to do.”
“Discuss all you like. You can protect this town from men, but you cannot protect it from disease.”
The leaders left the cabin, but Silay stayed kneeling by the  wall, waiting until they were out of view before she herself left. She was about to stand up when she heard the Seer sigh and speak aloud to herself.
“I see all futures pointing to the same place.” A thump on the wall she was kneeling against made Silay jump back, startled. She almost didn’t catch the Seer’s next sentence. “All but yours, Ghost. For of yours, I see nothing."
Silay fled, and ran back to her house. 


  1. I'm already hooked! Good work, Emma. Keep it coming. :)

  2. Proofreading :)

    you abilities (your)
    You best (You'd ?)
    Fortune Day?” the Seer (The)
    “Duty?” the old women (The, woman)
    share... to (share... with ?)
    “Certain?” the (The)
    all people’s future’s (peoples' ?, futures)
    kneeling by the wall (extra space)