"The Seers- Prologue" by Zoe blackswan Hills

The Seers

Prologue

"Watch your tongue, young king, for the piano that plays in your head is sometimes off key." said Andromache, the head seer, in her patented, feisty way. "I don't have a piano in my head, Andromache." "Yes you do, everyone does." she said to the bewilderment of everyone, including the less experienced seers. "You're bizarre." "Isn't that what a seer's job is?" "No, Andromache, a seer's job is to tell the future." he said patronising her "Yes, but to do that you have to be bizarre." replied Andromache "Good point." hastily said king Alexandrè, stopping the conversation since the anthro-moose king had just arrived. "So, I hear that your weren't originally anthro-moose." Alexandrè said, pouring him a cup of wine and passing it to the moose "fawn" said the moose gruffly. Alexandrè burst out laughing "A tall fawn!" the moose king struck him with his spear and as Alexandrè fell to the ground, ran away. As he lay there, his best friend ran over to him "Are you all right, my king." "Watch your tongue, young king, for the piano that plays in your head is sometimes off key." she said with tears in her eyes "Is there any way to bring him back?" said the crying elf " I cannot resurrect." "You just had to make him die. Giving him your silly answers. It's disgusting." he said, approaching her with his sword drawn "I couldn't tell it to him straight, it's against the law of the seer." she protested. But it was no use. The once great seer lay in a pool of blood along with her king. "I claim myself king of this kingdom. Does anyone else claim it." no one else did.