Misfortunes Of A Fortune Teller – Part 1
People trust me with their fortunes; they really shouldn’t.
I am a fortune-teller by trade. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. My village already has an alchemist, a blacksmith, an armorer, and hunters, etc. My mother constantly pestered me to find my trade or else I’d be fending for myself in the wilderness, and gods know I have no talent with a bow or swords. Though I’ll admit, I don’t think I have much talent with my cards, either.
When I was busy searching for my own trade to keep my livelihood in the village, a strange robed stranger had visited that day. Naturally, like an idiot, I was drawn to them, wondering what kind of mysterious nature they represented. A deck of cards came into my hands that day, for nothing, not even a penny. I felt blessed and eager to begin to learn the cards. Over time, I eventually became good at telling people’s fortunes.
Well, it only lasted so long. And I nearly lost my head.
As I had become more famous with passing travelers and merchants in the village, more and more rich people began to visit our quaint little town. You would think the merchants in the village would enjoy the extra commerce, but I only ever seemed to draw looks of hatred, malice. Until one day a group of guards from a nearby vampire capital came into our village. That really caused a stir in the villagers.
“We seek Nimue All-Teller,” they spoke, voices seeming to echo off the building walls and even into the nearby forest.
Since everyone had gathered outside for this strange gathering, naturally all heads turned to look at me. Glares stabbed into me, and I could feel everyone questioning what I did since humans and vampires didn’t really bother each other much; at least in these parts.
“I am she,” the words came out somewhat broken; the shaking had gone so far to my voice, and I knew then my anxiety was noticeable.
“Good,” one of the vampires turned to look at me. “Count Haward Kosyordin requests your presence for… important matters. Your place is at his castle, not this village. Pack your things, for we leave in a few hours.”
A few hours. The words repeated in my head, but I turned silently and headed back into my house. The vampires would be shown the best hospitality they could be shown in such a small village, and they would likely need to recover some strength due to their travel. While vampires didn’t burst into flames in the sun, it still weakened them. To make such a trip, rest for a few hours, and then make the same trip… It seemed insane.
Still, my nerves were high as I began to pack my bags, unsure of what this Count Kosyordin could possibly want with a simple fortune-teller like me.