Camenzind, please tell me your caravan is near.Back arched back proudly, chest protruding forward, head facing the world, it wasn't hard to envision Mael as nobility. But while his walk displayed the confidence and regality one came to expect from a royal, inside the middle aged duke was but turmoil.
Unexplained misfortunes had befallen all who had seen my son, Marquees Chirstophe Noir. Unprovoked ailments ran amuck, injuries will piling up, and various other turns for the worst.
Even if Camenzind wasn't an official advisor, he trusted her judgment more than anyones. Her visions of the future were unlike any I had ever seen or heard of before.
At last her caravan is found. Taking a step inside I place my hat and cane on a seat where Camenzind already appeared to be in waiting for me.
"Good day Mr. Noir... or, rather not so good days?"
"You can say that again, Camenzind, my faithful friend." I pull out a chair and sit across from her crystal ball.
"Yes I already know, so let's just cut to the chase shall we?" She grinned at him kindly and offer him a glass of wine. I never once asked what his favorite wine was. I never had to.
"Yes let's. And thank you."
"I'm afraid your problem is minuscule next to what is to occur. For you see, one day, your son is going to grow up to be a hero, an unconventional one to be fair but still he'll have a good heart." She continue to smile as she pours his wine. Oh Topher you're bound for so many great things but sadly you must travel through hardship to get there.
"Well, I'm glad to hear this, but what about all the misfortunes?"
"Well, your son, like me, has unique powers. They're called the Evil Eyes. Basically his eyes cast bad luck at whatever they look at."
"I see, and what does this mean for him? Is there a cure or...?" Concern was mounting in his heart. What could this mean for his son if this went unchecked?
"I know you're worried for him, but I'd be more worried with a choice you have in front of you. You're going to get very sick and die very soon. There is no way to prevent this I'm afraid. Trust me, I've looked for other outcomes religiously."
Camenzind frowns at last and looks into his eyes, "I'm sorry old friend, you know I hate when bad things happen to good people. But there's a choice you can make now to help secure your son's future. He will lead a lonely life for a long time, but he has to in order to learn what he needs to. But in 14 years time, Chirstophe will make a flight to England and stay at Hogsmeade. There he will meet a girl who will put him on the path he needs to be on."
"He will be hesitant to stay at Hogsmeade at first and will consider continuing to stay on the run. If you ensure he stays there for at least one day, he'll live an incredible life."
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OOC I'll post this part tomorrow when I can
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