<div class="floatright">(http://ist3-1.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/3/8/2/w/382wA/Fauna1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Fauna</strong></span><br/><sup>The Prophetess of Thera</sup><br/><hr/><br/>Fortunes fate is fickle affair.  For the laws of probabilities are infinite.    The garment smelled of decay.  It had death upon it.   Not true death, the slow consuming death is upon the garment.<br/><br/>The prophetess of Thera holds the said garment to her nose.   Its reek of sickness and of slow death churns the insides of her stomach with unease.    The pain on the couples face before her,  burdens her heart heavy with sorrow.   She did not need to see, it is written already their child would soon be dead.   Yet they had come to her with hope in their eyes.   It now pleaded with her to say otherwise.<br/><br/>Fauna lowers the garment and hands it back over to the wife.   Her gaze meets neither directly as it holds the far away look.  She would ease their pain.   Take it and turn it to blessing.    Her news shall hold death but she would twist such to bring acceptance for what is to come.<br/><br/>"Your son holds great honor and a path of greatness awaits him,  great joy should be received for thee blessings.   Honor thee time together,  draw strength too such and give happiness for his road is wrought and he shall need your strength."<br/><br/>She would wave for the attendants to usher the couple away.   As she turned,  less the tear that caresses now falling from her eyes cascading down her cheeks would be seen.   Without further word she would exit from the hall.   Retreating to the inner garden and the pond within, she would seek refuge in the pond to hide her tears.<br/><br/>Fauna wades out into the pond.   The tears now come freely.   Her heart sadden by what she had concluded.    The thread of life for the young boy would come to a end soon.    For several moments the tears empty, the grief washing over her in those moments.   As she sheds such,  for life was beautiful.<br/>