She had lied.
She had betrayed her.
How could that tiny little whelp betray her? Ah! HER! How dare that foolish girl from another world betray the mighty Witch of the Wilds?
She will have her revenge...she will have her day, and she will have Morrigan and that bastard of a child!
She will be back!
Flemeth watched from the shadows as the small group of friends walked down the narrow path, surrounded by merchant tents all trying to sell their wares. She had been watching them, and she couldn't help but smile. She didn't have much power left to her, not after that little bitch killed her. Little did that whelp know, she really didn't kill Flemeth, ohh no. She just sent her to another world. Her's.
Flemeth sat back in her chair, and started to focus on the glass ball that she had placed in front of her. Oh these mortals, with their fairs, and events that mimicked her old world, and the past of these mortals. She had watched this group for a month now. Using her skills, and whatever little magic she had. Changing into small birds, and spiders to hear what they say to make this part of her plan that more easier.
Seven. There was seven of them that she had known, so far, but right now, only three were walking together. Two blondes, and one brunette. The men must have gone to "fight" in epic battles that they could only imagine, and never actually participate in. Unless they take her offer.
"Come my dears, do you wish that old Madame Andraste tell you you're lovely futures?" She waved her arms in front of her, and tried to smile as sweetly as she could.
The smaller blonde shook her hand and tried to continue her walk, but the taller blonde standing next to her stopped, and grabbed the others' hands.
"Oh come, come Brandy!" pleaded the taller one to the other blonde.
"I just don't like that stuff."
"I'll do it with you Ingrid," spoke up the brunette, as the one called Ingrid pouted her lip at the one called Brandy.
"Brittney will do it with me! Please Brandy-please-please-please?"
Brandy frowned at Ingrid, then finally said, "Fine...Only if we go and get something to eat right after this!"
Ingrid smiled and then held out her right hand showing the one called Brandy her small figure, which just intrigued Flemeth. "I pinky-swear."
Brandy then smiled, and then used her right little finger and wrapped it around Ingrid's, sealing a deal, or a pact or doing some sort of ritual that Flemeth have yet to understand.
In any rate, the three women walked under Flemeth's canopy and sat on the cushions that surrounded the glass ball in front of her. She smiled at the girls, dressed from what little research she did in this world, as warriors from an old tribe that used to live in the far north, and sack villages that were next to the seas.
She slowly looked at each of them, as they settled themselves around her, and kept that smile on her face. She needed to, in order to pull this off.
"So...how much will this be?" asked the one named Ingrid, sitting to the right of Flemeth. She was older then the other two, but held youth in her blue green eyes, and held a spark that she couldn't place.
"This will not cost a thing...for..." She looked to the one called Brandy that sat across from her. Now, this one...she will be difficult... She thought to herself, as she looked into the chilly blue eyes of defiance, and strength. She continued to move her head to the left, to finally rest her sight on the last of the three girls. Brittney. Unlike the other two, Brittney held something that the other two had missed.
"...For I sense a great lost..." She returned her eyes back to Brandy, and held her gaze. She broke the gaze by closing her eyes, and raising her hands into the air. "...a lost that had snapped the lines of faith, and love. Lost...Lost in a world that does not exist in this but in a play of sorts...a world that holds both dragons and blights... " She kept her eyes shut, remembering that little whelp that had wanted to escape this world, and enter Flemeth's.
"...born on the day of death...her name bares all the truth of her as she is the defender of man," She opened her eyes up, and started to roll her wrists in the air, casting a spell on the ball, showing a fuzzy image of a person whose back was facing the women. She looked at each of the women, as they were captivated by the glass ball. "Protector of man...confuser of man...deceiver of man...and..." Flemeth then waved her hands over the ball, putting on a show of her magic. She looked at all three, taking note of Ingrid's jaw slowly hanging open, Brandy's terror and anger, and Brittney's shock as the image became clearer, showing a young girl, with short dark brown and dark auburn curly hair. Her back still faced them, but in her hands they could see a round shield with circles and lines on it, as a sword came crashing down on it. The figure dropped her shield turning to her left, and let her blood red and curved sword swing with all her might, cutting the attacking shadow's arm off. All three gasped as the figure whirled around, facing them, with blood spattered on her face.
"...destroyer of man...Kassondra..."