The Fortune Teller: Identity Revealed

Kaleb

So that was how my mother ended with a Rocainian. I had always wanted to know how.

Epilogue [some assumed]

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Mary wandered for a long time into the desert with her pregnancy, and had finally wanted to faint. She didn't know how, but had happened to fall on the other side of the Rocain land.

She would've have been killed, if not for the person in charge; that era.

Some Rocainians surrounded her, and were off for survey, before they had noticed a fainted her lying down on the ground. She was unknowingly surrounded by Rocainian warriors, and their commander just happened to be H/n, present.

He helped her up.

[Central Forelenes banished were said to have formed their own town afterwards.]

"Sir, but she's a Forelene." An angry looking Rocainian opposed. H/n , pointed a sword at the said opposer.

"Any one that harms this Forelene woman will be harmed by me!" He declared on recognizing her. "You will all swear an oath of secrecy. You will promise me that as long as I live, this woman's secret shall be kept. Do you all hear me, or have gone deaf by the second?!"

"as long I live..." He said to them.

End of Epilogue

***

"So this is how my mother crossed to the side of Rocain." I uttered in disbelief.

Then who was actually my father? Wasn't it the man that I was trained by? Was Phillip a Rocainian or was from some other territory? Was Phillip even his real name?

"So the medallion was true." H/n went closer to my neck, pulling it out. "I should check the confirmed box for it in the story. Wait... It has even been shared into half. Where did the other part go?"

"My older brother." I answered. "It was shared in half by my mother to us."

"Oh gracious! Mary had twins?" h/n excitedly asked, but then my frown sent her the message that he was no more.

Darla was speechless all through the time I flipped over the book. She couldn't offer a word, and was wondering in amazement.

H/n inquired, "Is it possible that my friend is alive?" It was asked in a lowered tone, seemingly portraying desperation mixed with sadness and hope. I gave her a negative nod. "Very well. You can be off to the Great city now." she was sad.

Before heading out of the room, I figured the mistake the libarian meant by 'not minding her business' showed she must've been the one that reported my mother to the authorities. She felt guilty but I was sure my mother must've forgiven her long before now.

I faintly smiled on steering outside.

I and Darla, who was stunned and couldn't believe the words, still were pacing outside when we heared the neighing of horses. We had our gazes averted by these men who rode, coming towards us.

"We have received confirmation." It was from one of the men that were sent to confirm our village's existence. They said, panting. "A former officer have been recognized in Raven Hills seated as the temporarl chief. He is whom they mostly reffer to as Pa. He was sick, as the villagers informed, but we met a now healthy looking man."

"W-wait Pa?" Darla's expression was confused. "Kaleb, could this be our Papa? Did he use to serve as an officer in the central Forelene city?"

She asked, as though I should know.

"We were worried of him, and now we know he's okay." I clasped the reigns tighter, to go. "We should go to the Great city."

"What if these Forelene men protect us instead?" suggested Darla.

One of the officers said on hearing this, "I'm afraid not my lady. We can't get involved with your tribe as most of you have been banished already or are were born by refugees. You will fight for yourselves."

That was hard, I thought.

They bade us well and my sister, Darla and I sent course to the Great city.

Holding her stomach, Darla squeezed her face. "I'm hungry, Kaleb. We should stop by a village and have something to it."

"There isn't any one nigh."

Looking afar with eyes squinted, I dismounted my horse and went further on foot. I was in search of any resting human place, possibly nigh.

We saw one.

"Kaleb! Kaleb! Kaleb! My sight is upon one!"

We pulled just a few meters away from the location. It was seen to be made up of tents and smoke was dancing out a burning stock pile of woods. A big ram could be seen being roasted and other livestock were being moved around by owners. Me and Darla sauntered through the place with covered disguise. We were putting on cloaks that had hoodies, clothes we had carried in our travel bags. We had our horses move with us as we wandered into the place.

We didn't want to cause for any alarm and looked not for attention.

We went to a nearby tent.

"Could you offer us some food?" I asked a meant villager in that tent, having food display in their front.

Of course I had coins to pay for; coins I had obtained from working for different villagers.

"Of course. [How much coins can pay for little food bought.]" He collected it.

We began having whispers fly across our ears as some certain villagers were at the front of one huge tent.

"Step right in for fortune telling!" A man danced with a huge sign in his hands. He was dressed like a jester but not one. "Step right in for fortune telling!"

Darla gave me a look and I swayed my eyes.

"Common Kaleb. Pleasss..zzz...my humble chief." She continuously shook me, making a face, and I couldn't help feel embarrassed.

Like I didn't care, "We shouldn't waste time on petty things."

My eyeballs set upon a certain teenage couple and I could hear them say that their future of them getting married together was sure. They revealed theirselves from indoor the huge tent and I couldn't help remember Berylene.

Was I going to marry Berylene?

Scratching my head whilst hiding my expression as to not reveal my thought, I shamefully let Darla know wanted to glimpse on my future. Well I and a... certain maiden's.

"Let's go." I concealed my excitement.

Within the tent, in and Darla lay out bottoms on a diamond-shape-designed carpet. The woman wore a turban and a uniquely pink dress.

"May I know your names?" asked the fortune teller with cards. She shuffled the cards skillfully, and by her corner laid a burning candle in a stylish metal plate.

"Kaleb and Darla." I answered.

Darla's mouth came near by ear as she breathed, "This looks so fake. We should go?"

She looked around and lifted her body, giving out she was about leaving. I implored she stayed and it ended with her stationing her feet near the entrance.

"Mister, give me your palms." Weirdly as the fortune teller, whom I heared was Miss Rosé, asked, I gave her my plams.

"Oooooh!" Miss Rosé eccentrically exclaimed, bringing about a perplexed me. My eyes dilated in their sockets.

She hurriedly withdrew her hands as though frightened.

"You are-you are prestige." she said. "You want to know where you're from?"

Now this was unexpected and not the purpose. I bet Darla sensed her uncanny presence and decided not to be a part of it again. There was no way I could let this woman tell where I was from. I'd be hated as my kind wasn't accepted.

Awkwardly, I stuttered, "I-I was hoping...uh...to know if I'd be with a certain princess-like maiden someday?"

"Oh you will surely make her dreams come true. You need to know your tribe first."

"I know my origin-"

"No you don't." Miss Rosé eyes traced down and I was told to pick a card. This was becoming serious and should probably be going now.

I found myself picking a card and when I flipped it, it carried the Forelene river symbol. What was this woman on to? I already existed aware that I was a Forelene. My hand went for the second card and I just happened to pick a card that had two animals stretching against each other, showing strength and bracery.

It seemingly appeared like a symbol I knew. Fortune teller Rosé nodded her head.

This was not what I came here for. Although the book of truth and assumptions had told me that I may or may not be a Rocainian, I was lost.

"Okay, thank you Lady Rosé for your service but I believe I am my sister need to leave."

"But we're not done yet. Don't you want to know where you're from, Darla?"

With sarcasm in Darla's voice, she informed, "Forestille."

The clad-in-turban lady released a hysterical cackle. It went on and on until had our faces rumpled dazedly. We perplerxedly witnessed the laughter until it died off.

"You're a Rocainian." Rosé pronounced, with a lifted up card. It possessed the Rocainian symbol.

"W-w-what do you mean?" Darla investigated.

"You feel it in you sometimes, right? Don't you?"