Tuesday, February 5, 2019
Daring Destiny ~ Part 27
“It’s hard not to feel ominous after all the signs pointing to my death,” said Rainy. She reached out and touched the death card. The card shuttered and Rainy jerked her hand back.
“Did you see that?” she asked.
Hoyte nodded. “Touch it again.”
Rainy did. The card shuttered again, almost acting like a person shivering in the cold. A phantom scream pierced the room as the card faded to black and then shriveled up into ash.
Rainy felt her tears fall on her cheeks not able to keep them back. It wasn’t just her cards and by the look on Hoyte’s face, it wasn’t just her imagination. The cards had been clear, she was going to die.
“Well that settles it,” said Hoyte.
Rainy’s mouth flew open, but she couldn’t find the words to counter what Hoyte had just said. How could he be so crass towards her fate?
“It does?” she managed.
Hoyte nodded. “We have to change your destiny.”
“You can’t just change your destiny, that’s like daring the universe to punch you in the throat,” said Rainy. She knew she sounded defeated, but truth was, she was defeated. She needed to make plans for Clover, find a safe place for her.
“Don’t do that,” Hoyte said softly.
“Do what? Speak the truth?” snapped Rainy. She bolted from her chair, causing the legs of the chairs to grind into the floor.
“Rainy, you know you have the power to change your own destiny,” said Hoyte.
She shook her head. “Not this. You can’t cheat death.”
She hugged herself as she started to pace. She knew too well that cheating death was a futile effort, a heartbreaking, soul-wrenching, futile effort.
“This isn’t like your parents,” said Hoyte as he stood and walked over to her.
Rainy shivered as she thought about the day her parents died. She had seen it in the cards. She had tried to get them to stay home. She had even tried to get into the car with them in order to change their destiny. She was a young adult, but they smiled at her as if she were a toddler throwing a fit because Mommy and Daddy were leaving.
She told them of the cards and reminded them how they taught her to believe in the sight … believe in the gift she had been given. They had promised everything would be okay. Several hours later nothing was okay and Rainy’s gift had changed nothing.
“This is exactly like my parents,” she whispered, trying to find her strong voice, but it was lost in the despair. “Now Clover will be alone. I have to find someone for her. She’s going to need so much love and support when I’m gone.”
“Enough!” snapped Hoyte. “You are not going to die. I’m not going to let you. Now, if you’ll stop feeling sorry for yourself we can figure out a way to stop this.”
“I’m not feeling sorry for myself,” yelled Rainy, her voice snapping back with anger.
“You are,” countered Hoyte, before softening his voice, “Rainy, we have to fight this. What’s the worst that could happen? You die? Fine,” he said and added a humorless chuckle. “If you die, then you can haunt me from beyond and tell me a thousand times a day that you were right and I was wrong. But what’s the harm in trying to change fate, in daring destiny that if she wants you then she’ll have to fight for you.”