PMD: Stargazer Chronicles

Pharaoh- Soothsayer

Character: Annette Mural

Species: Lucario

Age: 40

Year of character creation: 2018

Story: An original member of the Wayfarers and mother to Agatha's classmate, Elijah Mural. She takes on leadership roles and finds passion for her son's interests. Her greatest loyalties remain with the Wayfarers and Claire Yanders.

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When the fortunes weren't about herself or the fate of the world, they came easy, and at a very attractive price, apparently.

Audino Agatha set up the Reticle on a table next to the register with a card reading "Fortunes." While Mawile John reorganized his inventory, Agatha ran the register and read the fortune of everyone who walked in. Business stayed the same the first few shifts Agatha tried it out, but after a while, in came repeats, newcomers, and groups that each had to buy a wand or some other trinket so they could also get their readings. Business boomed.

The store only rested in the evenings. Agatha sat at her tiny table and sighed. A tray full of loot rested near her prosthetic feet.

"You good, kid?"

John's question snapped her out of a daze. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"What's eating you?"

"I feel like I'm selling out my, uh... My gifts."

John smiled. "Nothing wrong with selling your gifts to the world for a fair price. That's what a lot of people do. You're helping them and yourself by honing your craft." He picked up a gold coin and flashed a cheshire grin. "And you're helping me. So, by all means keep at it if you want to."

She did get less headaches than before now, at least. But something bubbled on her chest that she needed to get out. "I'm selling my family's gift out for trash..."

John's face twisted in a panic. He kept his nose pointed down and away so Agatha couldn't see, but he stiffened.

"Hey, uh, look..." John said quietly. "Your family used their gifts to help people. And I don't know how this whole- uh- thing works, per say. But every art form needs to be practiced. So consider this your training. And if you feel like that money isn't where it belongs, Claire knows good shelters." He lifted up his face and returned his attention to a row of shelves in front of him. "You're doing good. Promise."

The shop door rang. Agatha sucked in a breath and prepared a cordial greeting.

Greninja Damien walked in with a slow, tired wave. "Evening."

John continued to work. "Hey. What'll it be?"

"Actually, not here on business. Nothing's broken quite yet in the barracks." Damien met Agatha's eyes. "I'm actually here to extend you an offer, Neon Star."

Agatha raised her head. "Uh, what?"

"You've been invited to Castle Verity to read Queen Verity's fortune."

John leaned back to see her reaction. She didn't give much of one.

"Uh, why? I mean, what?" Agatha asked again.

"I've asked her to remain patient," Damien said, "but she insisted I extended the offer to you today. Her Majesty is a playful spirit."

"Kind of sudden to come in and drop that, isn't it?" John asked with a frown.

"She dropped it on me rather suddenly this morning, so, believe me, I know. Don't feel pressured to answer right away, or to say yes. You should talk it over for some time with people you trust." He turned away towards the door. "Your family has served as soothsayers for the crown before. That's all I came to say for today. Good evening."