Chapter 11
The witch's prophecy
The next day Adam walked through the city with Trey, and Connor. Connor had spent the night at The Smug Inn on the western side of the city, also known as the Slums.
The sky was gem blue with little smoke smudges, the last of the previous battle fading away. The sun was a little past noon. The buildings around them were still damaged, with blood streaks, blast marks, and missing bricks and such.
Connor sped up to Adam and said." Thanks for… you know, yesterday."
Adam looked to him and smiled." Don't mention it."
Connor nodded. He was hoping that it wasn't a joke and that they were taking him to a torture room or something.
They passed a group of magicians that were creating spells that would fix the destructed buildings and walkways. Soon they reached the market area where a crowd had gathered, they were yelling and shouting.
"What's going on up there?" Connor asked, pointing towards the commotion.
Adam shrugged. The market was always busy, as if they didn't even notice that a battle had just taken place. "Probably an auction or…" He didn't finish his sentence because that moment an old lady wearing a gray, torn shawl walked out of the crowd.
Trey arched an eyebrow and said." Isn't that the witch? Aphelion, or something."
Adam nodded.
Aphelion was an elderly woman who claimed to have encountered spirits when she was a child and that those spirits gave her insight into the future. Everyone believed that she was a witch; in this case she was, because she actually told people about their future.
She walked with a limp and always had a curved, wooden cane at her side.
She stopped suddenly as she passed Adam, causing him too to stop. Then she slowly tilted her head in his direction.
Okay, a little weird. He said to himself. Then went to leave when a hand grasped his arm with an iron grip.
He flashed around, his free hand going to his sword. He saw that Trey and Connor had done the same.
"Hello… Adam." Said the witch, slamming her cane on the ground to as make a loud thud. Adam's hand twitched in her grasp.
"How do you know my name?" He asked, his hand tightening on his swords pommel.
Her lips parted to show filed teeth." Oh, the spirits tell me everything."
"Uh huh, sure."
The witch laughed cold-heartedly. She released her grip on Adam's hand and returned it to her cane, balancing her weight on it.
Adam arched an eyebrow at her then turned to leave.
"Ah, ah. I'm not done. The spirits have revealed your fortune to me."
Adam looked around him and noticed that a crowd had formed a semicircle that surrounded him and the witch.
Then returning his eyes to the witch he said."Great." sarcastically.
The witch seemed to ignore the comment and turned serious, looking deep into his eyes, as if she would be able to read everything that has transpired through his life.
Her eyes rolled back into her head until only the whites were showing. Seizures rippled through her body and she opened her mouth as if to say something.
Adam glanced back to Trey and Connor. " Is she okay?" Adam asked, struggling to hold the lady up.
They shrugged as he returned his worried gaze back to Aphelion.
The seizures stopped and the lady reappeared to her normal stance. Her voice shook as she spoke:
A battle soon approaches, where you will be no more,
One that will guide you on an unfortunate path,
One that will guide you to a world unknown,
There you will find refuge and a power unlike your own,
And once you find your way home,
A death will take its toll.
I know this one was short but I'm working on a longer one next. Please be patient with me and review, I want to know what ya'll think about the story so far and if there are any improvements I need to make. Enjoy.
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