“Now, my children, you must open your minds to the other side. Let the spirits enter! Cast out thy thoughts and take in the spirits of the past!’’ Mystic May held a bony finger to her head. The lenses in her thick-rimmed glasses steamed up and she winced in pain.
“Aaaw! The spirits have entered me, my children, you must heed their call.’’
Mystic May rested her head in her hands and whispered enchantments under her breath. The crowd around her gasped as the table began to shake and the doors slammed repeatedly. May pressed her palms to the table and signalled to the others to copy her.
“Mortals of the shady realm, sinners, cheaters, you have been warned. A mist will arise from oblivion and suffer those who suffer others.
A chosen one of the elite will come to rid the world of its shady mortals. In the same age, another will come to conquer the elite, a battle between two worlds will commence. The brave shall fight and the cowards shall run; you must choose your side…’’
May collapsed across the table. A foul smell blew into the darkened chamber. May’s assistant ushered the crowd out of the room, while collecting gold in a small satchel. She waited until the customers had left, then tapped May on the shoulder.
May didn’t answer.
“May? May, the people have left. You can stop acting now…’’
She still lay on the table, silent and unmoving. The assistant snatched a bottle of herbs from the shelf and held it underneath May’s nose. But she still lay unconscious. She seemed to be in some kind of trance. This was extraordinary, because May was a fake mystic.
She had never made a real prediction in her life.
Any ideas for this character?
I might change this into a comedy where all her predictions are wrong.
