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IF YOU COULD SEE WHERE THE JOURNEY LEADS, HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO CHANGE IT?
This is the one question that always clouds Rosamaria Adeladia Marquez's mind.
As a Seer, it was only expected of her to question the mysterious nature of time and space. She had only Seen a handful of visions in her life, meaningless things really. She had predicted the gender of a villager's baby, had correctly pinpointed exactly when the crop would be at its finest, and, at the age of six, she had even Seen the exact locket her mother would gift her on her fifteenth birthday.
If I can see where the journey leads, should I bother trying to change it? Can I?
Since her visions were never proven incorrect, and since they were always so meaningless and trivial, Rosamaria never had to answer this question before.
As the daughter of a noble Duke and Duchess, Rosamaria- or Lady Rosamaria- has an incredibly wonderful life. The little Spanish village of Besalu she and her parents rule over is a peaceful little place, close to the sea and the architecture makes it permanently stuck in Medieval Times. The villagers are kind to her and adore their Duke and Duchess that look over them all with nothing but kindness.
Her days are spent practicing her magic with her mother and governess, and learning how to rule with her muggle father. She walks the halls of her beautiful villa in her pretty dresses, picks flowers from the community gardens, and dines with the villagers every Sunday after mass.
Her life is wonderful.
Correction-
Her life was wonderful.
Rosamaria coughs, holding her dainty hand over her mouth, trying to block the thick smoke from billowing into her lungs. The night is so dark and so cold, but the fire that rages around her makes her feel like she's crawling through hell.
And she is crawling- on her hands and knees- trying to grope at her surroundings for the two people she's looking for. She can feel that her dress is scorched, that her skin is blistering, and that her lungs have taken too much abuse, but she can't stop.
She's not thinking about escaping, knowing she can Disapparate any second, because she refuses to go alone. She sees through the broken window ahead of her that rain is pouring dangerously through the broken cracks in her villa, but she knows that won't stop or even appease the fire. She rips off a piece of her skirt, holds it out briefly until it's wet, and then brings it to her mouth. She closes her eyes again, trying to prevent the smoke from doing any more damage as she continues on her path of exploration.
