~Chapter 3~

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I look up at the slowly darkening sky. We spent the whole day at the festival and still didn't get to one thing I was really looking forward to.
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The young girl looked up at her father with pleading eyes. They were at the Summer Festival and the girl had one thing in mind.

"Can we go visit Shahara, Daddy?" She asks the tall, skinny man that stood beside her. Shahada was the fortune teller that was never wrong. He takes a look down at his daughter and nods, smiling a sweet smile.

"Only if you promise Daddy something." He says. The girl tilts her head in questioning. "You have to always be my little girl." The girl giggles and makes the promise as they head for the green and purple tent set up near the center of the festival.
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Kam pokes my cheek and I snap back to reality.

"Silly, did you hear what I said?" I shake my head. "We're here at the fortune teller's!" I look up at the large purple and green tent. The only thing that changed about Shahara's tent was the size. Instead of the normal sized entertainment tent it was eight years ago when I came with my father, it now was taller and covered more ground.

Scarlet, Izzy, Kam, and I all walk inside. I take a look around. We walked into a large sitting room decorated in a sort of Indian style, like the ones I see in pictures back in my history books. With long tapestries and exotic rugs.

"Alright, what order do we go in?" Scarlet asks us.

"How about you, me, Kam, then Emmy?" Izzy suggests. We all nod and wait for Shahara to come out of her room. After a few minutes of waiting, an elder woman wearing a bright colored dress walks out from a curtains of beads that hang in a doorway.

She smiles at us and says,"Who's first?"

One by one, we go inside the room Shahara tells our fortunes. Scarlet comes out excited and happier than ever, Izzy walks out casually but I can see she wasn't very happy, and Kam walked out with a smirk and his hands shoved in his pockets. Which means it's my turn.

Shahara walks out and motions me forward. I stand and walk up the few steps. The room was larger than I expected. Scarves and curtains of all colors hung all around the room. In the middle of the room was a small bonfire surrounded by the biggest pillows I have ever seen. All across the room are different ways of telling fortunes. In one corner a desk sat with a deck of cards on top, in another was a crystal orb that glowed despite the near dimness of the room. Different things I have rarely seen are scattered around the room as well. Each placed a good distance from each other.

"Follow me." the elder woman says as she leads me to a table up in the northern part of the tent. She motions for me to sit as she goes to the other side to sit in a throne-like seat.

"I have seen you here before, have I not?" I nod. "Good, good. So you're not very nervous I hope. You know how this works?"

"Yes I do. My father was interested into this sort of thing." I say. She stares into my eyes for a minute but she adverts her gaze to something in the room. I turn and look in the same direction. The shimmering lines zoom into my vision and form a transparent figure. Quickly, I turn my head back to Shahara. She's writing on a piece of paper. I had a feeling I knew what was coming. She flipped the paper to face me.

"What do you see in this picture?" she asks, her face emotionless.

"A swallowtail butterfly." I answer her. But that's not was really on the sheet of paper. Instead she had written: I see you have contacts in. What color are your real eyes?

"What color?" she asked, going along with what I had said to cover up the fact she meant my eyes. I knew it's okay to tell Shahara. Everyone told her everything and she would never tell a soul.

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