The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 113: The White Witch’s Market

Chapter 113: The White Witch’s Market

Rama swallowed, her mind was torn between whether to figure out what her dark future held in store for her or be left in the dark.

Once again, her intrusive thoughts won over her rational mind. It was better for her to gain the truth behind the seers prophecies, since her burning curiosity wouldn’t let her be in peace, even though Damien gaining knowledge of the truth was a risk, one she was willing to take for answers.

At least, Draco’s cat and mouse games would end and probably her damned wedding too, which would automatically lead to Damien’s knowledge of their intimate encounters.

After her endless pondering, she let out a heavy sigh as she declared out "Show me."

The white which nodded faintly as she took off the black cloth clad over the orb to reveal a silver crystal orb.

"Place your hands on it." The white which instructed as she moved the orb towards her.

Rama hesitated for a short moment before placing her hands on the glowing orb. The silvery glow emitted from the orb slowly decreased as soon as she placed her hands atop it. Soon, the glow died to be replaced with nothing but an abysm of darkness swirling inside the crystal orb.

They waited for a short while but nothing happened in that momentarily lapse as the orb turned pitch black, making Rama’s face turned grim as she realized whatever was going on with the orb was wrong.

"You can take your hands off it." The white which spoke, a lingering caution and bewilderment in her voice.

She took her hands off the crystal orb as instructed, her eyes met the witch’s uncertain silvery grey ones filled with wary.

"What happened?" Damien queried from beside her.

"They are rare, very rare...beings whose future seems to be undecided or in the unknown even by the universe, so they pave their own paths to tread, and the path you take either leads to your damnation..or salvation." The white which spoke, although her voice was calm and sultry, her words retained an indifferent tension that was palpable in the air.

Rama, speechless by her remark only stared blankly at the empty orb that was now glowing after she removed her hand from it. So now, she was futureless or perhaps, if she looked at it from a brighter perspective, she could pave her own path to her future, but the thought unnerved her, because it would either lead her to her damnation or salvation.

"What do you mean my future is unknown? The seers had once prophecied to me about my future." Rama stated with creased brows.

"The seers weren’t wrong about whatever was prophecied to you, but then prophecies work in twisted ways and the path to the fulfillment of a prophecy is complicated, whereas yours is obscure, even the universe has no idea how your prophecy will be fulfilled, neither do they know your end, but fret not, all you have to do is choose wisely." The white witch said in a soothing voice as a small smile grazed her pale lips.

’Choose wisely’ was such an easy word to roll off her lips, but it wasn’t as easy to put into action as expected. There were difficult choices she had to make, like choosing between the alluring devil and the charming vampire lord.

"She was once a wise queen, I’m sure she knows what’s best for her." Damien said with a charming smile splitting his lips open, which she returned with a nervous one.

"Since the orb is out of the question, I have something else for you, young miss." The white witch said as she took out a medium sized glass box with a beautiful necklace lying inside it.

It was a delicate, intricately crafted golden amulet adorned with symbols of warding and protection, imbued with white magic.

Rama’s eyes dilated as her gaze fixated on the golden amulet, seemingly making everything around her fade into nothingness as its golden glow intensified with magic in it.

"What’s...that?" She queried in a trance like state as she gazed upon it.

"It’s an enchanted amulet crafted from gold and imbued with the strongest white magic from the white queen. It shields the wearer from dark magic and malevolent forces." The white witch explained as she took out the amulet from the box, dangling it in front of Rama to display its superfluity.

Gently, she placed it on Rama’s outstretched palms, leaving her in awe as she felt the surge of magic radiating from the amulet when she touched it.

"How much is it?" Damien queried.

"Five hundred gold coins." The white witch said.

"Arrive at my manor whenever, you’ll be paid." Damien said and the white witch bowed with a smile on her face.

"Thank you, although five hundred gold coins is a lot." Rama whispered as Lord Damien helped her fasten the amulet around her neck.

He chuckled without a reply as he pulled her gently, while they delved toward the darker area of the enigmatic market.

As they moved, stalls with different talismans, relics and orbs greeted her sight, but then a white witch caught her interest, as her stall was only focused on tarot card readings and divination spells.

Damien noticing her interest, halted for a moment as he queried "You want a card reading?"

She meekly nodded "I’m only curious." She said with an uncertain chuckle, however, they went over to the tarot deck.

The witch’s long, flowing robes bore intricate patterns, echoing the ancient art of divination. She sat across from them, her eyes reflecting a deep knowledge of the unseen. A worn wooden table held the tarot deck, ancient and weathered, passed down through generations of practitioners.

"You seek for the unknown, have a seat." She offered with an outstretched hand and they did, slightly reluctant.

Rama was a bit confused, she wasn’t expecting a witch divine to be as young and beautiful as she was, but she kept her thoughts to herself.

As she shuffled the cards, the room filled with an eerie stillness. The witch’s voice, barely more than a whisper, began to weave the tale of their destiny. She drew out the cards on the table with deliberate care, revealing images that sent shivers down Rama’s spine.

The first card, the Death card, depicted a skeletal figure wielding a scythe.

"It signifies your inevitable transformation and end, one you cannot evade." The room grew colder as she continued, drawing cards that foretold trials, challenges, and moments of despair.

With each card, the white witch explained the symbolism, her words dripping with mystique. Secondly, The Tower card was drawn out.

"Chaos will fall upon you." She stated as she grazed her fingers against the card.

She drew out the Devil card thirdly.

"Temptations!" She exclaimed, as expected, her inauspicious fate seemed to somehow lead her back to the devil, who was undoubtedly Draco.

And then, she drew out the fourth card, the Ten of Swords showed a figure lying defeated, pierced by ten swords.

"Trials and challenges will cross your paths, it’s either you’re defeated or you defeat them." She stated and then, finally, she drew out the last card.

Rama waited with hopelessness for the last card to be as dreary and inauspicious as the four cards, but amidst the darkness, there was a glimmer of hope.

The Star card was drawn out, with its celestial beauty.

"It offers a promise of renewal and guidance, while the path ahead of you may be treacherous, you possess the inner strength to persevere."

As the reading concluded, the vicinity felt heavy with the weight of destiny. The white witch, her eyes now filled with compassion, as she spoke "Heed the warnings of the cards, make choices wisely, and seek the light within to overcome the impending darkness and death that the reading had unveiled."

The mystique of the moment left Rama with a haunting sense of fate and a profound journey ahead.

She somewhat regretted trying to figure out her twisted fate out of curiosity, but at least, she was aware of how treacherous the path she was treading was, so she would be heedful.

It was apparent that her future would be more treacherous and her misfortunes were only just at a beginning level, but at least there was a glimmer of hope for her after the star card had been drawn out, at least she could hang on to that tiny string of hope, she could only hope her perseverance and strong spirit would save her from damnation.

"Thank you." She said with a slightly croaked voice as they moved away from the tarot deck after Damien had given the witch diviner a pouch of good coins.

"Lost child!" The witch diviner called from behind her and she veered around to meet her gleaming silvery grey eyes.

She paused for a moment, while Rama waited before she spoke.

"Even the deepest depth of darkness may lead to salvation, you only need to light up the path you’ve chosen to tread on." The white witch said with a crooked smile before returning to her affairs.

But Rama stood frozen as her words resonated in her head, implying an apparent meaning, one she didn’t want to accept.

From the witch’s words, she had already chosen a path, one that was unknown to her even, but the unnerving part of her words which claimed that the darkness may lead her to her salvation only led to one dark being.

Draco.