Illyria
Illyria
I walk into the throne room, my hands tightly balled up and hidden in the folds of the lush red satin skirts swirling around me. The place seems deserted. Where was everyone?
Oh goddess. Oh no. Did I get the day and time wrong? Did I miss the summons from the Werewolf King?
There’s white marble everywhere, the pillars, floor and even the grand doors shining with streaks of rainbow colors in the ancient stone. There’s a crescent moon crossed with a huge silver sword above the ivory throne.
This is literally the whitest place I’ve ever been. Why did I wear red? It’s like I was expecting to be butchered on the spot for daring to be late.
I look up at the high ceiling, painted to look like the night sky. Fenrir, the sacred wolf in the night sky that guards the home-world of the Lycan tribes, looks down at me.
This place couldn’t look more threatening if they just painted a huge sign saying “Predator” in letters of blood and left it propped up against the throne.
Still. I’m just here to do my job.
Professional fortune-teller, that’s me. And if I come here and get killed, that’s on me, isn’t it? Because obviously I should have seen it coming.
It’s the nature of the job. I see things coming.
And actually, I’ve already seen my own death in an orb. I’m going to die by drowning, with a black hand holding my head under water. I sneak a quick look around. No water here.
Unless the Lycan Lord Marcus, House Silvanus, High Emperor of the Skyfather Star System, has a secret bathtub under his throne, I am probably not going to die today.
Although the cards don’t always get it right. Not any more than orbs, the stars or those stupid dreams I keep having lately.
Whatever. I can’t let these doubts get into my head today. When any type of royalty summons a witch from the Prophetess Guild, we go at once and stay for as long as needed.
Though I can’t imagine why the Lycans would call on us. First time in history they outsourced the job of seeing the future. Their own moon-charts are usually very reliable.
Not my job to care. I’ll just tell the biggest wolf in the universe what he wants to know and leave without getting killed.
Probably.
