Roshan's dreams were less like dreams and more like memories. However, he had no memory of such.
He couldn't remember killing people, and walking to stream to smile at his bloodied reflection.
He couldn't remember the despair he saw in the eyes of his victims shortly before he ended their lives. He couldn't remember burning down towns and stabbing kings like they were houseflies.
The dreams felt familiar but he couldn't remember.
His reflection in the water was similar to his current reflection. Not his facial features but his white shiny hair.
He found it odd that his reflection looked different from his actual face but had the same white hair.
He had heard of the rumors of the sorcerer. Everyone had heard of those rumors. He knew he looked just like the sorcerer with his white hair and his high affinity for mastery of all the elements.
However he just couldn't see himself as an evil killing machine.
He felt uncomfortable thinking about he could be the dreaded sorcerer.
His mother had assured him from young that he wasn't the sorcerer but his "dreams" became more vivid each night.
He needed to know the truth. He needed his family's help but he didn't know it it was a good time to talk about it because of the upcoming battle. He didn't want their attention to be divided. However, he couldn't keep waking up disoriented and terrified.
He decided that he would find a solution, even if by himself.
...
Roshan wore shabby looking clothes and opened his window, ready to climb down when he heard a voice.
"Where are you going?" it was Jibaro.
"Nowhere" Roshan said, closing the windows.
"You know, from what I heard, you almost died the last time you snuck out. I don't think you should be trying to do so again"
"Whatever Jibaro, mind your business cause I really have to go"
"Oh no. I'm definitely not stopping you from going. I'm saying you should take me with"
"You? You want to come with? Why?"
"Boredom, nothing ever happens here you know"
"...."
"Come on, I'll be quiet"
"Fine..." Roshan agreed to let jibaro come along with him. He really didn't want what happened the last time to happen again.
His mind quickly went to when Zane breathed into him and a blush crept up on his cheeks.
"Do you have a fever? You're red" Jibaro noticed.
"I'm alright, let's go" Roshan said and opened the windows again.
Thirty minutes later they were out of the palace and walking through the markets.
"Where to?"
"A fortune teller"
"What? You believe in that shit?"
"I have no choice but to"
"What does that even mean "
"Forget it, let's just go"
They walked for another fifteen minutes before they reached a shop with no banners. It had no workers outside trying to get customers. The door just remained open for those who were interested in walking in.
Roshan took a deep breath and took a step inside.
The man sitting at the table cursed under this breath when the two boys walked in.
"What the fuck does this one want? Fuck this" he thought.
Roshan enquired, "where can I get a reading done?"
"You're at the right place. Take a seat"
The boys sat down on the comfortable cushions in the floor.
"So what would you like to know? Your past? Your future?"
"My past life"
The fortune teller frowned. That was a first. Most people wanted to know what lied in the future for them and not what had already happened. Who wanted to hear that they were beggars or works in their past lives. It was bad for business.
The fortune teller was unhappy with Roshan's choice because he never hit paid well enough when it came to a past reading.
"Give me your hands"
Roshan reached out his hands and the fortune teller used one finger to trace along the lines on his palm.
The fortune teller retracted his finger abruptly. Roshan frowned, confused.
"Get out" the fortune teller said in a stern voice.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't bring curses to me, leave!"
"What did you see? Tell me!!"
"Something evil, I want nothing to do with it so leave"
"Please. I'll pay you double. Just finish the reading."
The fortune teller rejected outrightly again until the was promised three times of the original price.
He grabbed Roshan's palm again and closed his eyes.
He saw bloodshed and silver hair. He saw a being that communicated with the heavens. A being that could bend all elements to their will. He saw the being get killed by a hero. The people rejoiced seeing the being dead.
The fortune teller pulled away from Roshan with sweat all over his forehead.
He told Roshan what he had seen and Roshan's heart dropped.
He looked down at his fingers and a tear fell from his eye.
He knew it. He was the reincarnation of the sorcerer. He wasn't just talented. He was to be a monster, a killing machine
Jibaro sat in silence, frowning. He heard of the rumors but he saw how his aunt debunked such rumors inky to find out that they Infact were true.
He wondered how Queen Roberta would feel when she found this out.
The whole world would form alliances to wipe out Delsgade if it meant wiping out the evil sorcerer.
Roshan was panicking and Jibaro placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him