Her stomach roiled as she turned the cards over. They were dark, so dark. The road before the girl sitting in front of her was one full of pain and heartbreak. The reversed sun and the nine of swords. Depression, anguish, guilt, remorse, fear, doubt, inability to move on when everyone expects her to. The only shard of light was the ace of swords. A card of righteousness, triumph, and new beginnings. This girl, this child, was about to face horror and battles. Unsurprising given her race, but what was ahead of her was more than any regular Strigoi encounter. She would win whatever she was about to face, but it would destroy her in the process.
Rhonda looked at the young dhampir sitting across from her. Could she really burden the child with the knowledge of so much pain and suffering in her future? Would it break this young, beautiful, strong girl?
No. The girl, Rose, she deserved as much happiness as she could find in the coming days. Knowing tragedy was about to strike would do nothing to stop it.
"You will destroy that which is undead." It was all she could say.
"Wait that's it?" Rose exclaimed.
No. No that wasn't it. There was far too much more.