Prologue
The fair
The sun was shining brightly down on the world, as another large crowed made there way through the fair ground;
a girl sat on a bench watching everyone pass by her. She had been coming to the fair since before she could remember,
and nothing seemed to ever change. She sighed and tucked a strand of her short brown hair behind her ear (her hair was
really to short to stay that way long), then pushed herself up off the bench and made her way through the mass of people
to the tiny little booth she work.
"Your late," said the woman behind the booth, she didn't even look up from the woman that she was helping. "I
don't want to hear an excuses, Amber," she hadn't even been about to give her one. Once she had finish with her customer
she turned to Amber, "What was it this time that made you late."
Amber gave a smile she knew very well that this was her first time late ever and that it was only five minutes,
"Oh, Millie, you know me, I was off making out with a guy again," the sarcasm in her voice was unmistakable.
"Yeah and I'm the Queen of England, you know I know you better than that. Come on lets finish the last dresses so
we can forget about them and just tend to the customers that our doing that has brought in."
"You talk like making replicas of Medieval dresses is something everyone wants to see, and any ways you know I
don't sew; I'm just here to sell while you sew."
"Yes, but remember this one is yours, I need you to make sure it fits right."
"How can it not, it's just one of the over sized thing that you tie up with a belt," as she said this Millie
through the dress at her. "Alright I'll go try it on."
* * * * * * *
Amber packed up the last of the dresses for the night, she was wearing the one that Millie had made for her as
well as a pair of boots which Millie had made for her to go with her dress. The fair had ended for the day so there wasn't
a person in sight save for the carnies and few others who were putting their thing away as well. Millie had left at seven
and it was now eleven, she pushed the last box in place in the back of the booth then went and locked it up.
Slowly she made her way past the other booths toward the exit, when she rounded one of the corners she saw something
she had never seen before at the fair. It was a small booth not much bigger than ten by ten; the front was covered with a
velvet curtain in a deep purple there was a small hand painted sign saying, "Madam Lesila" nothing more. A small candle flame
flickered inside showing out through the small space that the curtain was unable to hide.
Carefully she made her way toward it, out of curiosity over the first real change she had ever seen at the fair. As she
neared the tent, which now became clear that it, was a tent and not a booth. A beautiful harmonious voice flow to from the tent
toward her, "Well you might as well come in here dear there's no since in standing out there in the dark."
Some how it didn't come as a surprise to her that the woman in the tent knew she was out there as much as it would have someone
else, when she walked in she found a woman not much older then herself. She looked to be about twenty or twenty-one and dress
far different then one would think of when you said fortuneteller. She had fair sink; large eyes making her look innocent, it
would take a keen eye to see the ageless knowledge and wisdom hidden in there depths, her clothing was just a T-shirt and jeans.
She stood up from a table in the center and walked over to a small cabinet in the corner as Amber came into the room, she moved
with a swiftness and grace that makes one think of royalty. When she headed back to the table she motioned for Amber to sit in a
chair on the other side of the table.
She still hadn't spoken since telling Amber to come in, and nether had Amber she knew that this woman would talk when she was
ready and not a moment sooner. After a few more minutes the woman said, "I've been waiting for you, I thought maybe you might
stop by earlier but as you know, you did not." She seemed to choose her word with extreme care, as if she needed to ponder every
word first, "You seem polite enough so I wont think anything of it being so late. Would you care for some tea?"
"No thank you, I don't drink tea."
"I knew you were smart, don't need people knowing anything about you that you don't know yourself. Would you like some water
then? It's has just a hint of lemon to it."
"Yes, thank you."
She gave Amber her water and waited for her to finish it before saying, "Now down to business, I just wanted to tell you
that things change." And then she helped Amber up and led her out of the tent, as Amber was walking a way she added, "I hope
you like going home."
That confused Amber, but she found herself to tried to ponder it for long so she made her way to her car, then took her
five minute drive home and crawled into bed not even taking off her boots and was out like a light.
The fair
The sun was shining brightly down on the world, as another large crowed made there way through the fair ground;
a girl sat on a bench watching everyone pass by her. She had been coming to the fair since before she could remember,
and nothing seemed to ever change. She sighed and tucked a strand of her short brown hair behind her ear (her hair was
really to short to stay that way long), then pushed herself up off the bench and made her way through the mass of people
to the tiny little booth she work.
"Your late," said the woman behind the booth, she didn't even look up from the woman that she was helping. "I
don't want to hear an excuses, Amber," she hadn't even been about to give her one. Once she had finish with her customer
she turned to Amber, "What was it this time that made you late."
Amber gave a smile she knew very well that this was her first time late ever and that it was only five minutes,
"Oh, Millie, you know me, I was off making out with a guy again," the sarcasm in her voice was unmistakable.
"Yeah and I'm the Queen of England, you know I know you better than that. Come on lets finish the last dresses so
we can forget about them and just tend to the customers that our doing that has brought in."
"You talk like making replicas of Medieval dresses is something everyone wants to see, and any ways you know I
don't sew; I'm just here to sell while you sew."
"Yes, but remember this one is yours, I need you to make sure it fits right."
"How can it not, it's just one of the over sized thing that you tie up with a belt," as she said this Millie
through the dress at her. "Alright I'll go try it on."
* * * * * * *
Amber packed up the last of the dresses for the night, she was wearing the one that Millie had made for her as
well as a pair of boots which Millie had made for her to go with her dress. The fair had ended for the day so there wasn't
a person in sight save for the carnies and few others who were putting their thing away as well. Millie had left at seven
and it was now eleven, she pushed the last box in place in the back of the booth then went and locked it up.
Slowly she made her way past the other booths toward the exit, when she rounded one of the corners she saw something
she had never seen before at the fair. It was a small booth not much bigger than ten by ten; the front was covered with a
velvet curtain in a deep purple there was a small hand painted sign saying, "Madam Lesila" nothing more. A small candle flame
flickered inside showing out through the small space that the curtain was unable to hide.
Carefully she made her way toward it, out of curiosity over the first real change she had ever seen at the fair. As she
neared the tent, which now became clear that it, was a tent and not a booth. A beautiful harmonious voice flow to from the tent
toward her, "Well you might as well come in here dear there's no since in standing out there in the dark."
Some how it didn't come as a surprise to her that the woman in the tent knew she was out there as much as it would have someone
else, when she walked in she found a woman not much older then herself. She looked to be about twenty or twenty-one and dress
far different then one would think of when you said fortuneteller. She had fair sink; large eyes making her look innocent, it
would take a keen eye to see the ageless knowledge and wisdom hidden in there depths, her clothing was just a T-shirt and jeans.
She stood up from a table in the center and walked over to a small cabinet in the corner as Amber came into the room, she moved
with a swiftness and grace that makes one think of royalty. When she headed back to the table she motioned for Amber to sit in a
chair on the other side of the table.
She still hadn't spoken since telling Amber to come in, and nether had Amber she knew that this woman would talk when she was
ready and not a moment sooner. After a few more minutes the woman said, "I've been waiting for you, I thought maybe you might
stop by earlier but as you know, you did not." She seemed to choose her word with extreme care, as if she needed to ponder every
word first, "You seem polite enough so I wont think anything of it being so late. Would you care for some tea?"
"No thank you, I don't drink tea."
"I knew you were smart, don't need people knowing anything about you that you don't know yourself. Would you like some water
then? It's has just a hint of lemon to it."
"Yes, thank you."
She gave Amber her water and waited for her to finish it before saying, "Now down to business, I just wanted to tell you
that things change." And then she helped Amber up and led her out of the tent, as Amber was walking a way she added, "I hope
you like going home."
That confused Amber, but she found herself to tried to ponder it for long so she made her way to her car, then took her
five minute drive home and crawled into bed not even taking off her boots and was out like a light.
