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47 | new connections

The following afternoon, the Thunder Legion were sitting around their regular table. This time, however, they were joined by a guest. Amber had come in with Galatea that morning, and the two of them were talking over cups of tea.

While this was third time that Amber had been to the Fairy Tail Guild Hall, yet it did not soothe their nerves. Unlike Luke and Nari, there was something about Amber's nature that was just... off-putting. Between her cryptic and archaic way of speaking and macabre attire, she just felt off to many of the Guild. Her friendship with Galatea did not give her advantage at all.

"What of your most recent visions?" Galatea asked, drinking her tea. Around her, Bickslow and Evergreen were bickering, Laxus was leaning against the wall behind him with his eyes shut, and Freed was listening attentively to Galatea and Amber's conversation.

"I saw something most interesting. It actually pertains you." Amber said, "You know how I mentioned I had only seen one thread before?"

Galatea nodded, suddenly looking a lot more interested.

"Well, that thread has split, into four pieces. You are approaching a fork in the road, so your fate is in complete flux. It is rare, but your fate is completely up to choice alone." Amber explained.

"I'm sorry, I hate to intrude, but what are you two talking about?" Freed asked.

"Ah, my necroprecognition." Amber smiled, "Would you like a reading?"

"I beg your pardon. Necroprecognition? As in the ability to see when one will die?" Freed asked, a little astounded.

"Yes. I can get a little inkling of when someone's thread ends, but deeper visions come to me in my sleep occasionally of more specifics." Amber explained, before waving a hand to Galatea's figure. "I had previously seen that Galatea's thread was to end in less than a year. Now, it has four opportunities."

"And do you know what those four chances are?" Galatea asked, "Or is it just an inkling?"

"Hmm, two are unfamiliar. However the longest one is sixty years, and shortest is two years. The other two appear to be closer to the longer one, just past half-way." Amber explained, making Galatea nod in relief.

"That's good to hear. That is much better than the 70% chance of me dying in less than a year." Galatea said, before looking to Freed. "You don't have to know, if you don't want to. It is simply up to choice."

"Very well, I will take the opportunity to decline knowing my fate." Freed said, giving Amber a courteous smile.

"It is not fate, it is nearly a path of choice." Amber said, returning another courteous smile.

"Hold on, that's a quote from Madam Darkness if I remember correctly. Are you her pupil?" Freed said, quirking a brow.

Amber gave another courteous smile before a mask appeared in her hand. It was a black skull, with glowing silver eyes. Amber lifted it up to her face, not putting on but holding it in front of her.

Freed gasped, catching his teammates attention (who had been previously not paying attention to the conversation).

"Hold on, you're Madam Darkness? I though she was like an old lady." Freed asked incredulously.

Amber pulled the mask away from her face.

"Indeed I am. It is simply an alias of mine while I am working, so I would appreciate you not repeat this." Amber smiled, and the mask disappeared.

"Madam Darkness? Like the dark soothsayer?" Bickslow asked, his eyes falling on Amber. "I dig that!"

"Dig that~! Dig that~!"