Zaza, ‘The Mystical Oracle’ of the Principal Rotarions, gazes intently into her crystal ball. She uses it for good, mostly to watch over her loved ones—family and cherished friends. At this moment, her focus is on Ichabode, her great-grandnephew.
His life unfolds like a tale written in the stars. She observes with care, her fingers hovering just above the crystalline orb. They dance above it, guiding the flow of images inside, as if she were conducting an unseen orchestra.
But her visions are only partial. Time is slippery. Not everything reveals itself at once. The orb acts as a gateway. If she can see it within her orb, she can reach through and touch the threads of reality.
Yet, there’s a catch. She must stay connected to Ichabode’s life currents to alter them. Time flows like a river. Zaza senses the changes—waves of information ebbing and flowing.
She feels when the currents are strong, pulsing with potential. But she also knows when they grow faint, slipping away from her grasp.
Suddenly, the images shift. A dark shadow looms over Ichabode’s path.
His gift has been recognized by Ms. Voluspa. By day, she is a grade school teacher. By night, she is a wicked sorceress.
Zaza closes her eyes. She focuses on the connection. She reaches out, feeling the threads of fate.
She can manipulate them. But only if she finds the right moment.
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