A young boy ran across the street, grinning while playing tag with a small group of his friends from school.
He had somewhat defined muscles and a rather narrow build. His hands covered in small calluses.
After a small while of running and dodging, him and his friends finally settled down and sat on the sidewalk. A cross necklace dangled around his neck.
While sitting around, his gaze wandered upon a peculiarity—a small tent by the outskirts of the biggest market in the town.
Curious, he wandered up to the door, before an old lady stumbled out, leaning heavily on her cane.
Her wrinkled complexion twisted into a small smile,
"I assume you're here to get your fortune told?"
Confused, the young boy's head slowly shook.
"Uh, no? Maybe? What do you mean get my fortune told?"
The old woman's began to frown,
"Just come in then, I promise it'll be fun, and hey, I won't even charge you!"
The boys ears perked up when he heard her mention it's free. Reluctant, he stepped in slowly. Taking in the sight of the patched up , tattered tent, and the many odd trinkets she owned.
Along the wall was books of the mystic and magical, with gaps filled with crystal balls and other odd trinkets the boy couldn't even begin to describe.
The old woman picked up a deck of cards before shuffling them over and over and over again. As the boy begin to grow impatient, she put the shuffled deck onto the table decisively, before grumbling a little bit.
"Boy, put out your hand, please. Palm facing up."
"Alright, is this okay?"
"Yes. Good. Now let's see your fortune.*
The old woman began to shuffle the cards with her eyes closed. The cards danced across her hands as she worked through the deck with vigor, but just as she worked through it she dropped them.
The boy, seeing this almost let out a giggle, but the old lady looked serious enough to persuade him not to. The old lady looked around, and after a few seconds, leaned in.
"Your future will be ridled with everything. Love, hate, crime, righteousness, magic, adventure, life and oh so much more"—
A blade cut straight through the back of the tent and split her in two. Her blood drenching the young boy.