I own nothing.
"You want me to use the crystal ball?" Cana asked.
The two women were in Cana's student apartment that she shared with Juvia. It was kept immaculate. More by Cana than by Juvia though most assumed the water mage did most of the cleaning. Sober Cana tended to be a neat freak and Drunk Cana need her space to be clean.
"Yup," Lucy said, sitting down on the couch in the living room. She knew that she couldn't touch the orb, or she'd have brought it out herself.
"Are you sure? My cards-"
"-Can't give you images. You've been trying the cards daily for a week now. It's time for a different approach."
Cana sighed and retrieved the crystal ball from its spot on her shelf. She ran her hand over it and murmured softly. All psychics chose a magic language. Most mages too. It was a way to make their craft easier for them. And more unique.
After a few minutes, Cana got up and grabbed a pen and paper.
"Does this mean anything to you?"
Lucy looked at it and her eyes widened.
"Judging by that expression, I'm guessing yes."
"It's a grimoire signing rune. The same one that was on the grimoire I was looking for the day that I met Kaleb."
"That's a pretty good cosmic sign."
"The oracle from the fair might not have been as full of shit as we thought. She said that I already had the way to get to him." She paused then chuckled. "It's not the book itself that the key. It's a spell in the book."
Lucy stood.
"Go get 'em, girl!"