"My name, it is Chelsea, but enough about me, please, I insist. I don't want you to starve to death here. You may come with me I have food for you elsewhere." She said as she reached her hand out to the poor, starving gentleman.
As he grabbed it Chelsea thought she heard a muttered, "thank you," come from him.
By the time they reached their destination Chelsea had not hesitated to seat the gentleman down and run towards the fridge. Inside it was nothing more than a few bottles of milk and some leftover porridge. "I'm sure someone of your status won't mind heated up porridge right?" She eagerly asked without even bothering waiting for his response as she placed it into a pot over the stove top.
With nothing to do but wait now she took a seat across from the gentleman. They stared at each other in long silence before the wizard spoke up, "If you would like I could…read your fortune."
"Oh, are you an oracle or something?"
"I am a…wandering psychic…I travel through many places…in hopes or repenting for my sins."
Oh, um," Chelsea was hesitant to accept his offer because of so many factors ranging from I don't know anything about this man to who knows what kinds of diseases he could be transferring to me just from touching him. For all I know he could be spreading airborne diseases in this house too. While she was busy pondering the psychic had already grabbed her hand and started looking at her palm.
"This is the place where it all began…and…this is the place where it soon will all end." His strange riddle did not evoke any shocked reaction from Chelsea.
"Oh, I see you, already grabbed my hand," she said trying to withhold her slight discontent to his improper manners.
Without taking in consideration what she had just stated he merely continued his previous reading, "for you…someone who prefers to live such a predictable…no…controlled life…I wanted to…give you a warning…in exchange for your kind generosity."
A look of fear covered her face before she recovered and humorlessly laughed it off. "Oh I get it; you're just trying to pull my leg. Well nice try but the joke is over now, you've had your fun."
The psychic was puzzled by her response. "Joke…I am sorry I did not mean it to…sound so humorous. I was…being serious with you."
"That's impossible, I have thought out all my actions before I make them. There is no way I would die so easily 'only fools die young' as mother always said."
"I…did not mean to offend you…I…was only reading your fortune."
"Please don't scare me like that. If I had known you were a psychic and that you would have given me such a terrible fortune I never would have allowed you into this house and fed you."
"I…apologize…allow me to…take my leave."
"No, there is no need. I invited you in here so you are allowed to stay until you have eaten. Besides this is not my house, I would never so foolishly invite a strange man into my own home. This is just a friend's house; she and her mother are out but their cousin is in the back right now. I was just trusted to watch over the house to make sure nothing happened to it since my friend didn't trust her cousin to do it."
Chelsea walked back over to the porridge and opened the lid only to be welcomed to a face full of steam. "Well I guess this porridge may be deemed warm now wouldn't you say?" Yet another rhetorical question she felt the need to ask to brighten the atmosphere. As she placed the porridge in front of her guest she sat back down, yet again, in front of him with a smile on her face and resting her chin on her hands. The psychic man did not bother touching his porridge there was something about this woman that made him unwilling.
He was about to end this silence when the back door suddenly flung open. Chelsea was not fazed by this occurrence as it was just another common thing for her. She didn't bother moving at all when she spoke, "Vaughn, I don't believe Julia would appreciate you trying to break down the door."
"Your point?"
"I suppose that was my point, but that's not the problem. You just scared this poor guest with your racket, what exactly has you so excitable now?"
"I heard an annoyance in this room, but it's not surprising that you're the source."
"Oh Vaughnie-poo, don't be upset. If you behave badly I might end up only growing carrots this season. You wouldn't want that now would you?"
Vaughn slightly shuddered at the thought of only being fed carrots while he was on the island. He'd sooner starve to death then deal with those wretched orange creatures. "N-never mind, just…" He had to pause to find something to say, "…Don't talk to me, you're distracting."
"Now how will you ever get married with an attitude like that?"
That question startled Vaughn. He didn't expect to ask such a random question like that. "Why would I ever want to get married? Especially to any crazy women like you."That was his last response before he slammed the door shut and an echo of, "and you better not eat the last of the porridge either," could be heard.
"I don't believe I ever asked if he wanted to marry me."
"I am sorry…I think I have gotten you in trouble." While listening to the one sided argument the psychic took the chance to eat the porridge while the tense atmosphere was gone.
"No, no, now that's not true at all. He just stated I could not eat that last of the porridge he never said anything about you."
"I believe…I shall leave...now that I have eaten."
"Yes, I do believe that would be best. We, after all, do not need services from those that would disrupt this peaceful life that we have," and that was the last any of the islanders ever saw of the psychic man.
Before any of you start getting any strange ideas, no, that last line did not mean someone did something to him. He just was too afraid to return to the island and no, there will not be any murders or such in this story. If anyone dies it will be just because of natural causes of some sort. Well anyways feel free to leave any comments you feel I should take into consideration or don't, you choose.