Oh, how great it is to rule! The populace bows before our splendour, our word is law and our Judgment is Justice.
"Yes," In our royal court, the Magician spins his Wheel of Fortune for yet another year of bountiful harvest, and the people rejoice over the good news.
"But what's this?" The High Priestess prophecies of the end of the World at end of the Sun, Moon, and Stars.
"Lo, what are we to do now." We possess no Strength with which to fight the heavens.
"Pray, lend me an ear," the court jester beckons. "From my little Tower I have heard of a most disturbing story."
"Do not tarry juggler. Speak up! Our Temperance for your jokes shall not last long."
"Certainly, your highnesses. I heard from the Hermit the High Priestess has bedded the Hierophant. The heavens rage over this abomination"
"Oh, no! What a tragedy!" The Chariot rides out, its target the forbidden Lovers.
"To the Gallows with the both of you! Hang the last one too!" We watch, satisfied at the Hanged Man.
But something is wrong. Why do the people look up at us in horror.
"Welcome." The Devil greets us, and we realize with fear in our hearts that Death has claimed us.
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The Tarot Chronicles (Ambassador's Contest)
Historia CortaOriginally started as an entry for a competition, then i found out it was an ongoing competition. Now, i just made short stories of the cards.
