Pisces
Your old life is ending. It's time to sail where your true home awaits..."
Seriously, lady? Did you sniff a bit too much of that incense? - I thought, but all I said out loud was a polite:
"Thanks."
Yeah, I know. I'm unbelievably brave.
"Maybe it's something good? Maybe you're, like... a witch? I mean, a sorceress. And you'll take us to another dimension, like in those elf books! I've always believed there's some truth in that stuff."
"Truth? Elves? Do I look like Frodo to you? And you think you're Bilbo Baggins?" - I asked, pointing at the sky.
"The only place I'll be sailing to is up there. And honestly? I'm a lot closer to the end of that journey than the start."
"Why are you so grumpy today? Princess didn't get her beauty sleep?"
Well, no. I didn't sleep.
Alicja wouldn't leave me alone last night - begged me to go to this "Magic and Beauty" exhibit. I used to love everything about that kind of stuff. The fantastical, the magical, the beautiful - especially when it was all a little broken. That was magic to me.
We fell in love with it together as kids, reading stories about fairies and elves. That's how we became friends - from the first grade until now, when the only magic left in us is the glitter on our faces from last night's party.
It's not that I don't like it anymore...
I was just mad at myself for losing my spark. And all because of my own stupidity.
"One more drink and we're going home," I warned her last night.
"No way, tonight we go wild with potions!"
And we did go wild. After one drink, I desperately wanted another fortune... and another. While sipping those rainbow-colored "elixirs."
All I remember is the old lady dressed like Elphaba from Wicked telling me I was destined for a love... out of this world.
This morning, I woke up with a magically massive headache, and Alicja was still asleep - halfway between the hallway and the bed.
I dragged myself to the kitchen for a glass of lemon water, then glanced in the mirror.
And just as I suspected - I'm a witch.
Though people often say I look like Aphrodite.
Personally? I relate more to Hermes.
I threw on my white sweatpants and a white tank top. I love white clothes - they bring out my olive skin. Or so says ChatGPT - my best friend, lover, and therapist all in one.
I tied my straight chestnut hair - which goes all the way down to my waist - into a bun.
I washed my face and... instantly panicked.
Swollen like a beach ball from all the alcohol.
My usually oval face now looked like a full moon.
My eyes were still emerald green.
God still didn't answer my prayers.
I did not wake up with brown ones.
