The Future

"She is going to be my bride, Shira!" Lazarus had to intervene, puzzled as to why Shira was so hostile. He had started to feel uneasy and wanted to go back to Emma. He didn't know why he was experiencing this irritating ache in his chest. 

Shira tore her eyes off from Maeve after their glaring contest. "Very well then." But her fists were still curled up in anger. 

Maeve didn't want to waste her time. She flicked her hair back and said, "I want to know my future." 

"Your future?" Shira scoffed. She sized her up from top to bottom. " 

"Look in that globe of yours and see when will I ascend to the throne of Wilyra." 

Shira let out a rough exhale and took them both to an even smaller room. It was darker. She pointed at the two chairs in front of the table over which a globe that was swirling with smoke inside was placed. "This works only once in a month, so whatever you will see is going to cost you a lot."