I accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings

you together, but do so with all your heart.

Marcus Aurelius

A pop-up tent appeared on the main market street with a sign that read, make your fate in lazy

chicken scratches.

I've never once had my palms read or future viewed through a crystal ball, but at that

moment I was open to try anything.

I approached the tent, a strong grassy smell floated through the air and invaded my nostrils.

The scent so intense it made my head dizzy, and it only got stronger when I entered.

Inside the tent was dark with the exception of candles and lanterns, different herbs

and plants dangled from the skeleton of the tent, a table sat in the middle of the room.

It was decorated with small teeth, a colorful dagger, and a silver jewel chalice.

Hello, Charlie, a woman greeted with a thick Russian accent.

She was cloaked in a purple gown, the hood ended just at the tip of her nose, but when

she looked up to me I caught a glimpse of glowing amber eyes and a nice effect which

added a cherry on top of the experience.

I smiled back, I had been wearing my work uniform with a nametag, I wondered if she thought

I forgot and would be amazed by psychic abilities.

Hello, I trailed off, her name had not been included anywhere.

Mother Meheila, she introduced herself and pointed a bony hand towards a seat just a foot

away from me.

Sit, let's talk.

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