Star crossed | Agatha all along

26| Mother Gothel

Agatha picked up the two cards on the table before grabbing the deck from the boy.

"Tarot is a con like any other."

Agatha said, in that moment Alice knew she was going to have to do a lot of sword dodging during Agatha's turn.

"There's no magic to it. There's no skill."

In a sense the woman was right, there was no magic in the cards but it was a way divination witches channeled their magic so it did require some skill that none of them had.

"That's not true. It's about intuition. Knowing which card to pull. And it's about interpretation, divining their meaning."

Billy tried to tell Agatha but it was fairly obvious, at least to Alice it was, that the woman was not listening.

"Eenie meanie miney mo!"

Agatha said before placing a random card down, not even looking at what card it was, a sword falling from the ceiling, Alice taking a step to the right to avoid getting impaled. Agatha grunting as she put another random card down, yet again another sword falling from the ceiling. Cackling as she hurriedly put random cards down it was starting to scare billy.

"Slow down! What is your problem?"

Billy asked the woman, Alice was slightly amused by this, she would have been more amused if she didn't have to keep dodging swords.

"No!"

Agatha yelled before continuing to cackle putting a card down, billy immediately sensed that the sword above him was falling, but he wasn't going to be able to move quick enough.

"Move."

Alice grunted, Billy looking up to see a green ring of magic around the sword.

"I said move."

Alice yelled at her brother she was having a hard time stopping time on this sword, it could be because time worked differently there than in the normal world. Billy just managed to get out of the way as his sister's grip on time slipped sending the sword flying into his seat.

"Thank you Alice. Your turn is going great, Agatha."

Billy thanked his sister before turning to the green woman, Alice wondered what more did the boy expect out of the woman.

"This is a numbers game. We keep at it until we get the right cards in the right spots or the ceiling runs out of swords."

Agatha obviously Agatha hadn't done the math there but there was a large enough number that they were never going to get it, 1.33 times ten to the power of thirteen (yes I did the maths, there are 78 cards in a tarot deck and they need the 7 correct cards in the correct order which is what I used to get that number) to be exact they didn't not have the time to try all the possible combinations.

"I'm not sure how much math you did back in Salem, but that will take forever."

The boy told the woman, Alice feeling the need to add something.

"And will most likely end in one of us three getting impaled. Just saying. I can't keep dodging these swords for forever, Agatha."

Alice told the woman just before they heard the sound of wood creaking, looking up to see the ceiling was getting closer to them.

"Well, that's ominous."

Alice said, sounding a lot like her girlfriend in that moment,