After dipping her fingers in the chalice, The Soothsayer eyes glazed over. She began humming and muttering; different voices all speaking at the same time. She pushed and pulled the blood over the cold marble floor. She moved away from her work and she read her creation aloud “Beyond the snows of winter cold, the Key of Oldwen will be found.” The Soothsayer turned, her glossy eyes widening. "In The Kingdom of Ahret you must search for her, a Halfling." The woman’s voice rasped.
“The one to defeat me is a woman!? A Weakling and a woman?!" Maurôn fumed. The Soothsayer started into his eyes with anger. Suddenly, He felt a burning stab behind his eyes. He covered his face and shouted in pain. “YOU WITCH! How dare you—
“—You should never underestimate women Daechir. You may be a King, but you are young and foolish." The Soothsayer chuckled as she handed him an incredibly small portrait of an auburn-haired, grey-eyed girl. The pain b