ROYAL BLOOD
"I cannot tell you what you want to hear, but I hear whispers. Whispers from the other side: you are destined for great things. Accept things the way they are; why do you battle with fate?
The old man didn't look pleased….
"You are not speaking to me plainly; I can barely understand a word you say." Micah sounded desperate as the material she used to cover her hair fell off.
"The gods do not speak plainly, my child; you will understand everything in due time." The man said, taking a step back, and Micah's hand loosened from his dress.
"You are royalty; I see it now. That is why I keep seeing a crown made of fire on your head." He said, not gazing at her but at one of the candles behind Micah