The Makers of Destiny: Monarchy

Chapter Fifteen: The Seer

Ameria was sitting just outside of Ezekiel's tent. Cheyenne and Christopher were nowhere to be seen. "Well, you guys sure took your time," she said.

Lillian looked at her, Ameria with her gaudy sunglasses and over the top attitude, and remembered everything she learned about the Oath. What was it like, knowing you could die any moment and was unlikely to live to adulthood?

"Why did you leave?" She asked the younger girl.

Ameria shrugged, face turned the fair, but who knows what she's actually looking at under the shades?

"They told you about the Oath right?"

Lillian nodded.

"I'm supposed to live life as if I never saw the things I did. To live life as a normal human. If I was a normal human sitting in that tent, the conversation might have never turned to seers. But as a seer, sitting in that tent, I could have diverted the path of the conversation. That would technically be changing the Fates' plans, wouldn't it?"

Lillian struggled for words. So many details, so much thinking, put into the smallest things, Ameria, tiptoeing around everything she does, just trying to stay alive. No wonder most seers don't live that long.

Ameria laughed at her expression. "That was a close call, wasn't it?"

"Wouldn't it be easier for you to just not interact with the magical community at all?" Lillian asked. "They know you're a seer, anything they do can potentially kill you."

Ameria looked up at the sky and exhaled. "Well... yeah." She looked back down at Lillian. "But I never liked doing things the safe way."

"She enjoys pushing boundaries way too much for someone like her," Cheyenne said, appearing suddenly behind them.

Ameria smiled at Lillian. "I intend to be the longest living seer ever. To spite the Fates of course."

Somehow Lillian couldn't find it in herself to smile back.

"But what about Cheyenne living at your house?" Lillian insisted. "If you weren't a seer, she wouldn't be living there. Wouldn't that be breaking the rule?"

Ameria actually laughed at that. "Oh, you see? That's the fun part. Anything I did or changed before the Oath is up for grabs. They knew I was a seer before the Oath. I was actually extremely lucky that the Vyrallis family was my neighbor, lucky that they explained all the sects to me beforehand. Most seers don't have that sort of support system when they are young.

"And because the Vyrallis knew I was a seer before, I can still live my life as if I am a seer when it comes to any circumstances related to them. And since they are free to tell other people that I am a seer, as they can do under the rules outlined in the Oath as they knowing is an event that happened before the Oath, that gives me more people I am allowed to act freely with. Anyone the Vyrallis told I'm a seer to, I'm automatically allowed to act as a member of the magical community around. Of course, I can't tell them about the future randomly."

Lillian pursed her lips. "And me? I didn't know you before you took the Oath, I assume."

Ameria laughed again. "That's the other loophole. You see—"

"Okay, we do not have time for that," Cheyenne said. She grabbed Ameria's arm and lifted her up. "C'mon, we have to get back. I have a report to write to headquarters. Did you know that prophets have been disappearing? Wait, don't answer that, you probably already do."

"You know I don't see everything," Ameria replied cheerfully. She turned to look at Lillian. "It's actually easier then, that I don't see everything. Easier to pretend I'm normal."

"Where is Christopher? He said he wanted something to eat," Cheyenne said, looking out at the fair.

"I'm right here," Christopher said, walking up to them. "Let's go."

Lillian checked her watch as they began once again walking through the stalls. "I promised my friend Marci that I go to her house at three."

"Oh." Cheyenne shifted uncomfortably at that statement. "I wasn't aware you had plans, I'm sorry if we derailed anything you might have scheduled. Really, I wouldn't have if I had known. Truly, I apologize."

"Relax," Lillian said before Cheyenne could ramble on guiltily any longer. "We only decided to meet up today."

Cheyenne collected herself. "Uh, what are you guys going to be doing?"

Lillian laughed. "We're actually coming right back to this fair. Guess I'm doing a fair amount of walking today. Or maybe her mom would drive us. Or mine."

"Does she live very far?"

"Nah, it's on the way. We actually passed her house on the way here."

They walked out of the lot and back onto the streets they came from. Lillian recalled the vision that Ameria had on the way to the fair and the way everyone avoided telling her what it was. Of course. The Oath wouldn't have let her reveal anything.

If it was Lillian who had to live under an Oath like that, she wouldn't survive.

"Where does Marci live again?" Cheyenne asked.

"Here we go," Ameria murmured.

Lillian looked up and noticed that they were almost back at Ameria's house.

"It's actually right on this street. See that one with the blue car in fr-"

The house exploded.

Author's Note:

I was in a very melodramatic mood when I wrote the first part and then I hit writer's block, came back after a few weeks, decided to write one sentence where something blows up and just say screw this and nope out of this chapter. Also, according to Grammarly, I have over a hundred grammar mistakes. Anyway, hope you like this short little chapter. I have been waiting to explode the house for years now, just didn't know when in the chapter to explode it. Don't worry. There's more of that where it came from. I already finished the next chapter (wrote the whole thing the day I finished this chapter actually, which was this Monday, lol) so expect an update next Sunday!