[WP] You're a minor deity who lives among humans as a 'fortune teller', but you don't actually see people's futures, you see their pasts. Having some divine power, you grant them fortune or misfortune based on your judgement of their character.

'You ready, Breus?'

Neo's soft voice is already morphing into the screeching sound of a parrot.

I hold my breath for just a second – waiting with anticipation the moment when his big bad ass warrior's body shifts to his parrot form.

A soft thud brings a smile to my face. Neo always says it has something to do with abrupt shift in body mass and gravity and so on and so on, but it really makes my day when he thumps on the floor and then hopes I didn't hear the sound of his disgrace.

'Nice landing,bro!' I call from my 'divination room'.

'I regret saving your neck when the second destruction of the world came!' I hear Neo screeching into his beard or feathers or whatever. When I enter the receiving room, I find him already perched on one of the mirrors we bought to make the room look more ominous.

'Breus,' I grin, picking up one of his colorful feathers from the floor, 'you're the nastiest looking bird I've seen in all of my seven thousand years of existence.'

'Shut your trap, witch!' Neo screeches and I can't help but laugh.

'Go on and laugh, Breus,' Neo ruffles his feathers, 'but you know what will happen if he comes and there's no gold.'

I sigh and return to my 'divination room'. When Neo announces: 'Madam Rea will see you now,' I'm already playing my role of an old woman with bony fingers and one majestic hook of a nose.

Some exotic music is already playing in the background when a bunch of giggly students enter the room. Dim lights and the glow of the crystal ball is already fulfilling all of their expectations but my opening like has them ready to give me all of the pocket money.

'You,' I point at the big blond dude with a stupid smile and white teeth, 'I see you holding a golden cup in your hands.'

All six of them gasp. Before you know it they are staring at me like I'm a god or something.

Well, technically I'm just a half-god and since I got in trouble with wrong people my powers are a bit limited, but I can still pull a trick or two.

'Yes,' I stare at the crystal ball, 'you're holding a cup of gold in your hands and,' I look up to see are they still under the impression, 'thousands and thousands are cheering your name.'

The boy is now holding himself like a king and the rest of his crew is more than willing to worship him.

'Tell me more, witch,' he demands.

I hold back a little smile. 'You're bound for a long journey.' He already leaning over the table and I'm afraid he'll smash my crystal ball. That crap costs at least a hundred. That's ten tickets.

'And?' The jock is holding his breath. 'Oh,' I frown, 'the image is unclear.' I gave him a meaningful look and I'm relieved he's smart enough to put another twenty on the table. 'Oh, it's clearing up,' I say. 'There's this place, like a hall and you're climbing on some rising and there's this man...' I take a sip of water not to start laughing looking at their noses almost plastered to the crystal sphere. 'A man is bringing you a medal of gold.'

I keep talking about his small victories. The guy is a classic moron but he seems to have a good heart. He just won a school cup in basketball. The entire school is cheering for him and he just applied for a scholarship. His dad has money but boy is down to earth. I can see that in his past he has done right by his friends and family and since I'm in a good mood today I grant his his wish. The kid will go home and get the welcoming letter from his favorite university and he'll win a medal some day.

I told the fortune to five of them already and I was getting a bit tired. They gave me good money but I really needed a drink.

'Go, children,' I get up, trying to shoe them away, 'and tell your friends about the words of Madam Dea.'

'Rea,' a girl said. She was the quiet one, sitting in the corner of the room, rolling her eyes at everything I said. I perfectly knew the type. They were bad for the business and gave small money.

'I'm sorry, dear?' I make my old-woman voice even softer.

'Your bird said your name is Madam Rea, not Dea.'

'Yeah, love, you're right,' I sigh. 'It's the old age.' I'm practically now pushing them out of the room. Neo has to shift into the human soon because he can't hold any form for longer than a few hours and these kids took me the entire afternoon.

Her friends had left the room but the girl was still staring at me. 'You didn't tell me my future,' she demanded.

'You don't believe in these things, you know that,' I try to smile again, 'I'm sure your future will be bright.'

but the girl shakes her head. 'No it won't unless I buy my soul back.'

I stumbled back and the crystal ball smashed against the ground.

'Yes,' she says, 'I'm in the same trouble like you. Now, I want in. And tell the bird-guy he isn't convincing at all.'