The Fortune Teller's Tent

Welcome to my tent, little one.

"Now, I don't suppose there's more than one reason to be in my charming little home, hm? You wish to see your future... Well, I'm sure that can be arranged ;) Let's take a quick look into my crystal ball... I require silence, if you will.

"Hmmmmmmmm... the future looks hazy... But from what I can tell...

"There's a mountain. Yes, a snow-covered peak... and I see, I see..." - she pauses a moment, clearly deeply focussed - "I see you! Yes, yes... you are traveling, having taken down the beast in your way... ahh, it's getting foggy again... your mind is hard at work, you're trying to get somewhere, but a puzzle stands between you and what you need... Ahhh, that was quick! The clouds surrounding the mountain are slowly fading...

"I see... a kingdom - clad verdantly, proud of its wisdom... you stand above its fallen sentients, foot firmly planted upon the chest of one... you are presented with a scroll... ohhh no, you seem lost and confused! You continue to stumble around until..... ahh, yes, the clouds part once more.

"I see... a dark kingdom... darker than usual, certainly. I see a pedestal, with a faint glow hovering above it - the only source of light in this kingdom, yet the source of all the darkness. The light is soon extinguished, and the pitch black night fades to twilight, as it should...

"I see... yet another kingdom... the color on the castle, the blood shed defending this fair land... the dark power pulsating from the invaded fortress... but when the king shall rule again, so shall the curse begone.

"Ahhh, the vision is turning hazier still..........." - the fortune teller takes a deep breath, her deep red eyes penetrating the shrouded orb before you...






"........a castle on the clouds...the brightest amber turned to jade...a bustling market, now forlorn...the home of ancients, plagued as the rest..."

The gypsy, lost in thought, turns to you, hazy-eyed. A faint grin is visible on her face... or are you just imagining it?


"That is all I can show you today. Farewell, brave soul."


You stand up, turn around, and begin to walk back toward the tent's entrance. As you pass through the strands of beads hanging from the ceiling, you are unsure what to make of it all - but are enlightened nonetheless.