Epilogue

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Nova's robe had been abandoned outside the castle by one of the guards in the scrapyard. He whistled and walked back inside after dusting his hands. The robe started to miraculously lift out of the pile of rubbish and debris shortly after the whistling noises stopped. The robe unfurled to reveal a tent with gold trim and black drapes. When the curtains parted, a figure exited the tent.

"Fool," the enchanting voice mumbled, fiddling with a tarot card that read DEATH between her fingers.

Piercing magenta eyes, jet black braided hair and wearing gold jewelry and a hooded magenta robe and the voice belonging to —Nova the seeress.

Nova shook her head in dissatisfaction after reminiscing about the king's visit. She also didn't shed a tear for him since she knew the king would try to execute her as soon as she saw through his future.  But in the end, the king suffered the same fate in both destinies that she had genuinely predicted. She then miraculously disappeared from this distinguished kingdom after tucking the tent in her robes and continued her fortune-telling career in other lands she came across.

"Nova the seeress, the peculiar one who defies death and foresees futures in a glimpse."

THE END...

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