Cutter entered a small old house deep in the forest of the island. The floors creaked beneath him as he looked around. "Bacha, are you here?" he continued to walk.
A very small old lady with crimson red hair and amber eyes, wearing a black cloak appeared from behind a single candle. "General Cutter! My, my, has the King had another dream?" Bacha was suspected to be a 'witch' as she was able to sometimes predict the future, as well as interpret dreams.
Cutter looked down, contemplating why he was even there. "No, I need to you interpret a dream for...me." He sighed as Bacha began to laugh.
She led him to a round table with two chairs on the opposite sides of each other. "Never would I have thought that you would seek my help for yourself, General Cutter! I recall you saying my predictions and interpretations were..poppy cock?" She smirked.
Cutter growled. "If you don't want to, that's fine. See if I give a-"
Bacha motioned for Cutter to sit back down. "Now, now, can't an old lady like me have a little fun? You youth are so serious." She unraveled a cloth scroll and pulled a writing tool similar to a felt pen from her breast pocket. "Now, tell me about this dream." She closed her eyes and listened intensely.
Cutter closed his eyes as well, wanting to ensure he got all the details right. Bacha's interpretations were only as accurate as the information given. "I find myself in an empty place, everything is gray. All of a sudden; a raven appears. The raven leads me to paradise, but at the same time is being held by a man holding a cage that prevents me from reaching paradise, and the raven from flying to me. The cage, however, seems to be nothing but an illusion..." He sighed and opened his eyes back up. "I've been having the same dream almost every night for the past 2 months..." He still couldn't believe he was doing this.
Bacha returned the pen to her breast pocket before opening her eyes. "Very interesting." She turned the scroll so that it faced Cutter.
Cutter jumped up from shock upon seeing the drawing. "What the hell?! Is this a joke?"
While the picture wasn't by any means a work of art- it was clear what Bacha drew. It was a picture of Cutter holding Kate's hand, but beside them was Kaku holding Kate's heart.
Bacha grinned. "I see...I foresee a raven haired woman-"
Cutter shoved his chair as he began to leave the house. "I knew this was all bullshit. Your 'prediction' is a little late, Bacha." He stormed out of the house, unsure of how he felt by her 'interpretation'.
I knew there was something about her...