A Hero's Grace

As Sigurd was walking away from Beanstalk Village he heard someone approaching behind him, footsteps quick. He put his hand on the hilt of Gilgamesh and spun around, prepared for an ambush, but when he had spun fully around, all he was met with was a young girl, the granddaughter of the elder.

"What are you doing here? I'm sure they could use your help in the village," spoke the mage, confused as to what the young woman could be doing out here. She had a certain urgency to her voice and her demeanor that concerned the Darknight.

She stuttered as she started, "I--- I know my grandpa told you we had no mages in our village, but that's a lie. I have a magic, but I can't control it and it's no good for fighting. See, I'm a fortune teller."

Sigurd was getting increasingly confused, "So why have you chased after me?"

She nervously twisted her legs, "Um... Well, I couldn't see anything about your fortune, it was all very cloudy, like your magic power was protecting your identity, which I guess makes sense... but when you were out there fighting those demons I saw something... Sir Darknight..."



As he walked home, he considered her words.

"Your life is in danger."

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