"Not all the things will lead to a dark abbey of doubts, but some roads sure will take you to the depths of hell." The old woman, granny Sierra sitting in front of her said. Her eyes showed her genuine emotions and Bella didn't want to doubt her words.
The storms, the supposedly bad premonitions and most of all the gut feelings that came coming to her were maybe the signals that led her to that very place. And now that she sat inside that weird fortune telling booth, she couldn't help but feel like she has fallen down a deep rabbit hole.
Either all of this must be some crap the old lady must be weaving herself or maybe this all can be true. The only issue was, there was no way to decide which one was the right option.
Bella, confused, looked at the face of the Granny Sierra and Granny Sierra smiled at her. "You were told that the magician dropped a stone in Hambas right?" She asked a question.
