pretty pink flower. She gave it to me and then straightened up revealing a less creepy smile.
“My name is Nesteemia but my friends call me Ness. I'm a palm reader.”
“What's a palm reader?” I was at my questioning phase wanting to know absolutely everything there was to know about anything.
“I can tell you your future my dear by touching your hand.”
“How, I hold my sister's hand all the time and I don't see anything?” She bit her lip trying to hide a smile that would no doubt turn into a laugh.
“You have to know the magic to be able to see.” I nodded my head understanding, thinking she could be a witch. I held out my hand with a firm mind and said,
“Show me please.” This would turn out to be the biggest mistake of my life because when she took my hand in hers what I saw next truly terrified me… and the gypsy.
She closed her eyes as she ran her heavy metal covered fingers across the palm of my cold small hand and she started to chant words I didn’t understand. I got scared and tried to pull away but she held on tighter stopping me from removing my now quivering hand. She opened her lids, but her eyes were somewhere else. Rolling back into their sockets so all you could see were the cloudy whites of them. She started to shake her head and her eyes that had turned blood red in colour were now flicking back and to, as though trying to read the lines in a book a million words a second.
I looked around searching for anyone who might be able to help me, but I hadn't realised she had pulled me further from the fair. We were now completely out of sight. I tried to speak and scream but when I opened my mouth no sound came from it. It was as if she had put some sort of spell on me forcing me to be silent. I was helpless, wishing I had never even wanted candy-floss in the first place.
She started to slow down her breathing and her eye movement was less erratic. She looked at me but now she was the one who looked scared. Fear caught up with her body making it vibrate as mine once did, as though what she had seen in my future had been so disturbing she couldn't contain the terror. I stopped struggling now as a new fear had gripped me.
What had she seen?
“What is it, tell me... what did you see?” I asked in a panicked voice. She just stared at me not speaking a word but she wouldn't let go of my hand.
“TELL ME!” I managed to scream bringing her out of her comatose state.
“It’s all true, but it can’t be...you can’t be real...what trickery is this?” I didn't understand her babbling so I struggled once more to break free of her fierce grasp.
“Let me go!” I said over and over but she wasn't listening to me. She just kept saying the same words over and over.
“It has come, it has come.” Finally I could see someone coming this way and tried to make another run for it. She caught sight of them before I managed to draw attention to us both and she clamped her other hand around my mouth pulling me back behind a work shed, out of sight.
“I will make you see, ready for your master young mistress.” I didn't understand and I shook my head under her grasp.
“Be still,” she ordered as she grabbed my arm and held it out with my palm facing upwards. I was losing strength enough to struggle anymore and was giving up. The tears streamed down my face and on to the hand of my captor. She held the dragon finger out pointing it at my palm.
She said something that sounded like a command only it was in a different language.
“укусить!”(Means “Bite” In Russian) Then my eyes saw something impossible. The dragon's head moved, opening its mouth wide releasing its teeth into a biting position. I mouthed the words “Don't!” and “No!” But the sound was muffled by her hand. The dragon bit down hard on my palm making small puncture marks with its teeth. I cried out in pain wanting this nightmare to be over, wondering if I was ever going to see my family again. She whispered in my ear yet more words I couldn't understand.
“Θα τελειώσουν σύντομα ένας γενναίος” (Means, “It will