<strong>Celeste roamed the carnival all by her lonesome.  It was late, there was a full moon shining down on her, casting a glow upon her pale skin.  It was a cool night with a little bit of wind chilling the air.  She shivered and clutched her black coat tigher to her body.  The breeze blew some of her dark cocoa colored hair in front of her deep amethyst colored eyes.  She was reaching up with her fingers to tuck her hair behind her ears when she could smell a beautiful aroma coming from a little ways ahead.  <br/><br/>Intrigued by this, she stepped forward a little ways until she saw a sign reading, "Madame Zoya."  Celeste smiled to herself, since she had never met a fortune teller. She eagerly stepped inside, immediately noticing the beautiful and exotic looking lady sitting behind her table. <br/><br/>"Hello," she greeted the fortune teller with a tingle of excitement coursing through her body.  "I believe I would like to have my fortune read."</strong>