The window opened, made of stone that looked like glass. Then a bright blue light, with evenly sweeping yellow, flashed around him. There was a man, long, slightly wavy hair, a stick that helped him to stand, then his purple robe. His irises were purple, indicating his purple aura.
"The sky is getting darker. I saw it several hundred years ago. However, there were no other accompanying signs, so I kept them to myself. Then recently the sign came back again, and to be honest, it was a bit sudden because after that all sorts of danger signs started to appear in Sotah." He was Fortunes, the most trusted fortune teller in Sotah.
He was a man who had the gift of seeing what the future holds, and he had the gift of changing the future itself. Except for death. Nothing could change death.
