Fortuneteller Baba Saga の小説・ストーリー

"You heard me right!! I am well related to the man here. He's like a brother to me. You know what this means? I wouldn't watch you truncate his life. He's my sister's husband!" "Did you remember what Baba told you? Or should I remind you?" ** The trio (Amanda, Shade and Bimbo) had earlier gone to meet an occultist. Baba scratched his gray hair as he stepped out of his shady hut. He gagged a local wood toothstick in his mouth and held a basin filled with water, he hung a rough piece of cloth that looked like a rag across his shoulder. "Hahaa, my shiidrenn.." baba greeted upon sighting the three friends.

“She will bring you laughter, and much more pain. You were an idiot to claim her as usual, little lost prince.” Morozko was pinned under the hag’s gaze. His breath came fitfully as his vision hazed. Old magic from his father’s side gripped him. A bannik’s foresight, but instead of cereal, it was Baba Yaga’s words that brought the vision on. He had rarely seen things of the future since he was a young boy playing with flames, staring into the heart of the fire. This revelation took Morozko by surprise:

“Or a purge.” Selene raised her voice over the murmurs. “Whatever he calls it, it ends with fire and blood if we don’t move. We strike his strongholds. Cut off his supply lines. Rescue the ones who can still be saved. And when the time comes—we take the fight to him directly.” Thorne looked doubtful. “And where, exactly, is he?” Selene pulled the raven-feather pendant from beneath her armor and placed it on the table. “He sent a message. ‘Where shadow kisses stone.’”

I also noticed the group who are poking fun at one of their friends causing her face to turn red. I stopped at a booth and read the article above. Along Baba's magical ball. And because I was intrigued I read what was glued to the door. Do you want to know if your boyfriend has a paramour? Can you get married? Will you pass or fail the exam or graduate from college? What are you waiting for! Let's guess which Aling Baba has the longest chin I mean she's the best fortune teller in our school. When I entered, instead of laughing, my whole body trembled. After all, who would sensibly wear a death costume, right? Who else, the woman prophesying now in front of me.

Not properly. Not honestly. But this stranger-this baba-held my arm gently and said, "Dargah ke bagal mein hum qawwali kar rahe hain... ek kaam karo, chalo wahan. Aram milega. Sukoon milega. Shayad uparwala tumhari fariyad sun le." (We're singing qawwali next to the dargah... come there. You'll find rest. Peace. Maybe the Almighty will hear your plea.)

“A witch? But... but…” “Yes, a witch,” the fortune teller snapped in a mockery of Betty’s voice, her patience clearly wearing thin. “And you’re lucky I saw you all in my scrying glass, about to make this situation even worse with your amateur seance. Did none of you stop to think about the consequences of meddling with forces you don’t understand?” Fabian stepped forward, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean, ‘make it worse’? What’s really going on here?”

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

She replied looking down, trying to control her tears. "Loan? What do you mean?" "Baba wanted 1 million rupees to complete the construction of our house. His snake friend, Asim framed him, he made baba sign some documents in which it was claimed that baba had taken a loan of 20 million from a mafia man, Yawar shahid. He only gave baba 1 million and then fled away with the rest 19 million. And after that every month some goons were sent to our place demanding the money back. Baba didn't know how to pay that money, he was under constant pressure and at last, he died." A tear escaped her eye and she wiped it away instantly.

"I just have to pick something up from here first. I'll meet you over there." Ten minutes later, Girod comes over and joins Fenrir at the table. Girod gazes off into the distance for some time before looking back at Fenrir. "Do you believe in fate?" Fenrir raises an eyebrow at this question but doesn't say anything. Instead, Girod continues with his conversation. "When I was in my home town, I went to a fortune-teller. She had told me that I would meet someone from another realm that held the same desires that I did. One that would help me achieve my goals."