Flash Fiction: Foresight

Kyn scowled at the Seer. “Will I defeat him?”

She grins. “No.”

Arn hesitates, then speaks. “Will I succeed?”

She turns to the third brother. “Only in betraying your family.”

“Tell my fortune, lose your head, crone,” Morden says, hand on sword.

She cackles.

 

 

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