The Problem with Prophecies

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You're just like me, you know. A monster.

Harriette rolls her eyes, kicking at the ground. She had gone on a jog around the hot springs, when a peculiar monster had appeared. Obviously trying to taunt her, Harriette frankly didn't care. Not even a singular piece of caring rose to her mind, monsters just made her sleepy. 

"I'm bored," she grumbles, examining the monster.
It has a eel like body, with tendrils extending from it's "waist".
The monster seems to contort forms. It twists, blood dripping from its gooey, twisted limbs. It looks over Harriette, breathing smog.
Not knowing why this woman was just staring at it in disgust, it repeats its sentence.

You're just like me, you know, it says, slithering closer to Harriette. A-

"Yeah, you said that already." Harriette yawns, checking her phone. It's 4:30.

"Listen, Ion really care. I have a date."

She brings it to her face, and snaps a quick picture, a selfie of her and the monster. Then, she puts it back in her pocket.

The monster gets infuriated, with several eyes that twitch along its slimy eel body. They all blink in surprise.
How can she be so ignorant?
 It then throatily roars, slinging a tentacle directly at Harriette.

You'll DIE for mocking me.

Harriette slowly pivots toward the tentacle zooming towards her head, and sighs, clasping her hands together.

"Welp, that was fun. Gotta go, though."

She unclasps her hands, and begins to walk away, waving goodbye with her right hand.

"See ya!"

Wait! You- you can't leave-- 

The monster explodes behind her, goo flying everywhere but her outfit.

Harriette's simple wave of her right hand was something she perfected. It was her magic. 
In this world, everyone has a degree of magic. Whether it is inherited, or bought,  or maybe evena  parlor trick, magic runs through everyone's veins.
Some are even built of magic- remnants of the once great beings that roamed the earth. Sure, there's your average shapeshifter, you got your dragons and ogres. Harriette's best friends were an orc and a sea nymph.
She didn't know what she was. Her father, Francis Au Parisienne, was a sorcerer, so she thought she was one too.
She'd soon learn that this was wrong.

"Fucking loser," Harriette spits. She turns, and begins to walk away without a care in the world but going on a date.

Her feet lightly trample leaves as she heads down the mountain. Harriette fumbles with her pockets for her wireless earbuds, and connects them to her phone. She swiftly sets music on, and continues to descend the mountain, skipping almost with each step.

Her head often barraged her with thoughts, hurtful thoughts. Whenever things went wrong- like say, her shenanigan with Nic not receiving the reaction she wanted, her brain would taunt her. It'd make it easier for her to be targeted by monsters, who thrived off of negativity. And hence, her brain would go off on her. It'd take a while to calm down. Harriette would often give herself a plan. If she made a mistake, apologise, then fix it. If anything was hurt, she'd do her best to repair it.

Anything for her honor.

Yet, how could she quell that sickening spirit in her stomach? The one that spit and grabbed at her soul?

It's springtime now. As Harriette walks, hands in her pockets, and head nodding to her music, she hasn't a care in the world but her date with her fiance.

Dominic.

He was amazing to her. A calm and kind-hearted cleric, whose looks would deceive many. And Harriette thought that aided him. Monsters and people alike would  underestimate him. He'd softly laugh at these remarks of theirs. His voice; one that could kill, yet nurture. His eyes; soft and welcoming in that they'd always look at hers. They'd always welcome her. After a long night of being an artificer, all Harriette wanted was to see his eyes.

Yet, you can't really descend a mountain at light speed. So, she walked, hoping to make it home on time.

Her eyes lazily observe the landscape. It's not anything new. Just trees and bushes and ferns, as far as the eye could see.

The house she and Dominic had gotten was quite far from the inner city of Nationale. It's more of a cottage, honestly. A cottage mixed with a beach house, mixed with Loveshack by the B-52s.

Harriette loves her home, and she loved to brag about it before things got complicated with the rest of her contemporaries.
Now, the wind seems to blow faster as it nears 5:00. It threatens to rip Harriette's headwrap off of her head, so she begins to speedwalk to the parking lot of the Nationale Wilderness Area.
Hari prefers to call it the shitters.
You're the vessel of Francis… the "wind" rasps, curling a shadowy around Harriette's back.
He doesn't see you as your daughter…. so join us. You've nothing to lose but…your...
Harriette suddenly turns, taking out a single earbud.  She pauses.
"Yo?"
Silence. All that's behind her is the forest, with an army of trees.
She shrugs, and puts the earbud back in, double tapping it to resume her playlist.
That ain't DaBaby, the song begins after a loud bass track. That's my baby.
Finally reaching her purple motorcycle, which she parked terribly an hour before, she gets on it, and texts Dominic. 

You: omw 💯 
MY MANS : okay! :D.
YOU:  how was training ?☺️
MY MANS: fun!! i gotta show you this trick, babe!
YOU: fr i love tricks wtf is it
MY MANS: ooh, you'll love it!
i'll see you soon! i love you!
You: cant wait i love u too 👀👀 MY MANS 🤍'd YOUR MESSAGE.

Harriette simpers at her phone, then shoves it in her pocket, getting on the motorcycle. Revving the engine, she zooms off.