Try talking him down

From Create Your Own Story

Current revision as of 01:57, 6 July 2016

"Take it easy pal," you say. "Let's not do anything crazy."

"Fuck you! This bitch owes me some answers." The man then turns back to the fortune-teller and pulls her head back harder.

You put your hands up in an attempt to be as non-threatening as possible. It's been a long time since you were in any kind of actual physical confrontation, and you have no desire to pick a fight with a knife-wielding maniac. Of course, you can't just stand back and watch, either. You take a small step forward and say, "OK buddy, let's all try and relax a bit."

The man half turns in your direction, this time pointing the knife at you. "I told you to get the fuck..."

That was all she needed. With the knife no longer at her neck, the gypsy woman thrusts a knee hard into the man's groin with surprising quickness. He immediately drops the knife and crumples to the ground. The woman stands over him, staring down with venom in her eyes. "Bulangui," she says in disgust, and spits at the man now groaning on the ground. You spot the knife on the ground near your feet and casually pick it up.

The fortune-teller glances over at you, then looks back down at the man lying at her feet. "Now go, and do not come back again," she says. "If you return I shall become quite upset." She speaks calmly, but there is something sinister in her tone.

The man slowly pulls himself off the ground and stands up as best he can. Obviously still in pain, he looks at the woman with a combination of anger and fear, then turns and shuffles out of the tent.

After a couple moments of silence, the gypsy turns to you. Now that you can concentrate, you see that she is truly an exotic woman. Her jet black hair matches perfectly with her olive skin. Though you can see her clearly, it is impossible to judge her age. Her face is exquisite, with not a wrinkle or blemish to be seen. Yet when you look into her dark brown eyes, you see a deep wisdom that only comes with age.

"Are you alright?" you ask.

She regards you for a moment, then smiles and replies "I am fine, my Lord. Thank you for your assistance."

The woman walks up to you and stretches out her hand. "My name is Monisha. What is your name, my Lord?"

You take her hand and reply simply, "Michael."

Monisha brings up her other hand and presses it gently against your chest.

"Thank you, Michael," she says softly. "You have saved my life. I am in your debt."

She steps in closer, one hand holding yours and the other pressing into your chest. As she closes the distance between you, the smell of her perfume fills your nose.

"What is it you desire, my Lord?"

Your head starts to spin as the strong perfume begins to overwhelm you. Her hand pressing to your chest feels warm...then hot. You see her close her eyes, and you are forced to close your own as the entire room seems to spin around you. As your mind swims, visions of your life flash before you. Your wife. Your twins. Your job. Your friends. Images of everything and everyone you know seem to flash through your mind. Then, suddenly, it stops.

You open your eyes and see Monisha opening hers. She lowers her hand from your chest, releasing your hand as well, and takes a step back.

"I see," she says with a smile.

You have no idea what just happened, and this whole thing has been a bit unbelievable. Not sure what else to do, you just stand there and stare at her, trying to wrap your head around the events of the last few minutes.

After watching you quietly for a moment, the gypsy speaks to you.

"I am in your debt, my Lord, and now that debt shall be paid. I see that your life is full of struggle. You struggle to provide for your family. You struggle to satisfy your wife. But mostly you struggle against your own desires. You are a good man, and you often follow the will of others rather than live the life you choose for yourself."

She pauses and looks at you...watching you. Then she continues.

"From this moment forward, you will no longer have to struggle. Others will do as you desire, so you no longer must do as they decide for you. Any time you are denied a request, simply say aloud to them these words: doar spune da. With these words, they will agree to your request. It will become their heart's truest desire."

You have no idea how to respond. This is by far the strangest day you can remember. Is this woman really trying to tell you that you've been granted some sort of magical power? Suddenly another mug of ale sounds pretty good.

"OK then," you say. "Thanks for that, and hope the rest of your day is a bit more subdued. I think I'll just be going."

As you turn to leave, Monisha speaks again. "Do not take this power lightly, my Lord. It is a gift truly to be cherished."

What do you do?

• Get out of here
• Test out your new 'power'