Chapter 180 - 180

Mark followed Amelia around for a while not wanting to just sit there and wait. He saw her pretty kitchen, small and adorable printed in an almond color it smelled like fresh herbs. The woman placed a kettle in the kitchen, turning on the fire and searched through her chaotic cupboards to find small tea cups. After a while and many possible accidents that would include shards of broken glass everywhere she found two adorable cups with blue butterflies on them.

"Why do you want to give me a reading?" Mark asked and the kettle whistled, half covering his timid question.

"Because I want to save you" she replied and his honey eyes widened. Save him from what? "I can see it. Foolish love in your eyes as you look at that idiot. That wolf. He will ruin you." She told him and Mark sighed.

"I do know that already. Everyone keeps reminding me." Mark said and followed her again, to the dining room. There was a small table with four wooden chairs, right next to the balcony. The bright light of the sun created lines on it, pretty designs from the rays that escaped the mint curtain. He sat down and brought his filled cup towards him, expecting her to bring out a tarot deck or some kind of crystal ball but she just stirred her tea, pouring in three whole teaspoons of sugar. 

"I like sweet things." She commented and Mark smiled. She didn't look like it, maybe Mark had misunderstood her. She had been a great help to them, she saved Theseus even after everything that had happened. The truth was she had been charmed by Allias on first sight. He looked like the fairytale princes her mother told her about. Filled with light and compassion, his tears could make roses and lilies bloom on cement. That was how beautiful he was and once she looked through his past, all those painful memories, all these extreme emotions she just couldn't step back. Maybe the witch had a crush on him or maybe she saw in him a part of her sister. Kind and caring, always trying to help but always mistreated. So she was just overtaken by this urge to help even if she never wanted to be involved in such dangerous matters concerning the Veil. "So give me your hand. I will read your palm. But in a more magical way." She said and Mark hesitated at first. What could be a more magical way, he wondered. "Come on now. I don't have all day." 

He extended his arm, showing her his smooth palm and she took it in her hand. Next with her other hand she placed the tip of her index finger in the middle of his palm. She whispered a word and a small light ignited where she touched. Mark looked at it stunned and confused ready to utter so many questions but suddenly he was not in the room anymore. He was in an endless black hole, staring around when suddenly a scene began playing. He was a simple observer and the was no sound but he clearly recognized the people in it. Angry arms flying in the air, tears and frowned expressions. It was him and Mikael, arguing about something while Mark bowled his eyes out. Mikael was staring at him with a cold expression while he kept crying. 

What was this? Were those images of his future? He took a step closer, wanting to see if he could hear anything but it was as of he stood in front of a muted screen. 

"You can't hear. Giving you more info would be wrong for the flow of things." He heard Amelia say and his head snapped to the side. The woman had magically appear next to him, observing the scene. He wanted to ask her what was happening but something inside him was saying that, even if she did reply and gave him a proper answer he still wouldn't understand. So he just kept looking and swallowed his words. "This is how thing will evolve, the string of fate. There is nothing you can do about it."

"I don't believe in fate" Mark said when the scene changed. 

Amelia gasped and took a step back. Mark looked at her confused and back at the new frame. He was seeing an unknown place, rocky black mountains and an endless bloody red sky. He couldn't see himself any more, just streams of blood and dark ground. Dead trees and an enormous palace. Made of black marble, standing tall in the middle of a city. With pointy towers and rough walls it looked unapproachable and hostile.

"Why are we here? I wasn't supposed to show you this." Amelia said. 

"What is it?" Mark asked as he started to get worried. This place seemed like something you would see in a nightmare. It was terrifying.

Soon the image changed, still remaining in that horrible place, they were now looking at the back of someone. A man, standing on a balcony, in one of the pitch black towers. He was dressed in black pants and a bright red shirt. 

"Mark give me your hand, we need to leave. Now" Amelia warned him but he felt like he couldn't move. Who was that person standing there? He needed to see his face, this was his future wasn't it?

The man as if he read Mark's mind turned around stopping his breath. It was a young man, close to his age with a pale face, looking almost dead. He had a well sculptured face and beautiful slanted eyes. One of them colored pitch black while the other was a bright yellow. He suddenly smiled revealing a pair of sharp fangs and Mark noticed that on his forehead he had a pair of small horns.

He smiled brightly and took a step forward. He looked like a mischievous kid, a sadistic smile on his face as he locked eyes with Mark. He couldn't see him, could he? The human boy gulped and now he could hear. His voice rough as sandpaper reached his ears, shocking him. 

"Fooound you." The young man said in a singing manner. 

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