Fortune Teller's
Decisions
The baby boy carried by Mrs Wolfram laughed with a very happy smile looking at Mr. Wolfram who was curled up with blood at the end of his mouth, then cried again, he said, back to being an ordinary baby with a very funny innocent look.
Mrs Wolfram became completely shocked and she spontaneously threw the baby into the bed and the baby landed right next to her mother's arm. Seeing that Mr and Mrs Wolfram were completely frightened, in an instant their faces turned deathly pale.
This time Mr. Wolfram tried to get up from where he was cowering in pain, he pulled out a black stick from behind his sleeping pajamas. His mouth began to commit us to chanting a spell he could remember in the shock that still enveloped him.
A beam of light shot out from the wand that Mr. Wolfram swung toward the baby boy, but the strangeness happened again, not only to the target, but to the point, the spell bounced back towards Mr. Wolfram as if an invisible shield surrounded the baby. It was fortunate that Mr. Wolfram was able to dodge right when the spell was in front of him. The bouncing spell hit the painting on the wall and left it smashed into pieces resulting in a loud bang and leaving a deep hole in the wall.
Mr. Wolfram shuddered to imagine what would have happened to him if he had not managed to avoid the reflection of the magic that he had cast himself.
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The three people who were outside the room were shocked beyond measure when they heard the sound of explosions from inside the room. Without thinking, Robby immediately broke down the door and saw a situation that he had never imagined before. Mr. Wolfram fell on the floor with blood on the edge of his mouth, his wife standing in front of the bed, a painting that was smashed to pieces and a hollow wall.
”What happened? Why is the room and Mr Wolfram like this?” Robby asked Mrs Wolfram and looked at her wife and child to make sure they were okay. ”My wife— she's fine isn't she?” She continued by shaking Mrs Wolfram's body asking for a good answer.
Mrs Wolfram broke free from Robby's grip, ”Yes, your wife just fainted and your twins are fine too,” she said.
”We need to talk to you Mr. Orchido.” Added Mr. Wolfram trembling holding his body as hard as he could.
”Alright, but I want to see the condition of my two children and also my wife first,” Robby said as he walked closer to the ornate bed full of carvings and mosquito nets.
Robby looked happily and stroked his wife's hair and landed a kiss on her forehead. Then the view leads to her two children, a beautiful baby girl and a handsome baby boy. A happy smile was etched from Robby's face. He held the cheeks of his two children and felt anxious, but did not dare to carry them because they were still very fragile.
”Mr Orchido.” Call Mr. Wolfram again impatiently.
Hearing Mr. Wolfram call him, Robby approached Mr. Wolfram and guessed what he was going to talk about, was he going to talk about the damage done in this room?. After being right in front of him, Mr. Wolfram unceremoniously headed straight to the core of the conversation. ”We must kill your son Mr. Orchido. ” Saying with confidence and just a little regret.
Mr. Wolfram gripped Robby's shoulder with both hands, ”Listen to me Mr. Orchido, the boy has a cursed mark, he will destroy our world once he is big and has full power.” He sighed and continued his words ”Didn't you ever hear about the prophecy in the past? The prophecy said that one day two twins will be born with different signs, one child marked liberation and another cursed sign, the sign of locking. The child with this locking sign that will later destroy our world if we do not prevent it at this time also.” He was impatient, with frustration.
”What do you mean? A prophecy? Damned Mark? Sign liberation? What are you talking about?” Robby asked with a confused face.
”Wait a minute, Mr Orchido are you a witch?” Mrs Wolfram asked on the sidelines of Robby and her husband's conversation.
“No! of course not, I do not believe in such things, it is only the imagination of the novel authors to make his works a best seller!” It's full of confidence.
”Well, now you have to believe, you know it's the boys who have ravaged this room.” Mr. Wolfram tried to explain with emphasis that could make Robby aware.
”You must be joking, how could a tiny baby who knows nothing and has just been born this could do it.” Robby replied in a dismissive and disbelieving tone.
”You want proof Mr Orchido?” Asked Mr. Wolfram, then looking for a knife that had slipped out of his hand when he bounced, he took the knife and walked towards the sleeping baby boy beside his mother. He raised the knife to the height of his chest and smashed it again into the heart of the baby, it repeated itself, Mr. Wolfram bounced against the wall and this time blood flowed from his forehead that hit the wall.
Robby, Argon and Leon are stunned when they witness the event, between believing and disbelief. Mrs Wolfram ran over to her injured husband. Robby's mind floated around looking for a statement to protect her child, but it was unsettled as her eyes looked towards the baby.
He saw his son opening both eyes looking despicable at Mr. Wolfram, clearly there was a look of evil in his eyes and after that he smiled triumphantly. A second later he returned to normal, comfortable sleeping beside his mother, as if nothing had happened.
”You believe it now?” Ask Mr. Wolfram when wiping the blood on his forehead with his palm ”You saw the full view of the darkness earlier right? Now you believe it, don't you?” Ask again, in an increasingly impatient tone wanted to hear the decision of Robby what would be done to the baby boy.
”Yes I believe, and I think you're right Mr. Wolfram, we have to kill this boy in a way—” Not yet Robby continued his words, his wife Liby woke up.
”Kill? Did you say Robby? killing children? Whose son? Are you going to kill our son?” Liby asked and froze for a moment trying to digest what he had accidentally heard. “Did I not hear wrong? Kill your own son? Your flesh?” Then again with the same question of unbelief having heard the words of the taboo come out of the mouth of her own husband.
