Chronicles of Angels

Author’s note: Sorry for the stupidity of my story. It’s filled with inside-jokes my friends and I share... well, it’s an excuse not to do whatever you’re supposed to be doing, so enjoy. And please don’t send me emails telling me how boring my story is, I already know. I could use some support though, even if ya don’t mean it. Keep in mind I’m a ‘little kid’.... Here we go.

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"The Chariot," she said, with a haunting, mystical note in her slightly deepened voice. She placed the card in the center of the Celtic Tarot Spread.

"It represents a major effort. The Chariot card can stand for trouble and perplexity," An expression of pensive thought flowed across her shadow-darkened face.

"It also signifies a possible journey," She said. She slowly, painfully slowly, pulled the next card from the deck. Her expression darkened, and she looked at her questioner.

"The collapsing tower," She intoned, almost like a chant. She placed the card on top of the Chariot card, in a horizontal position. Raising her eyes to the other girl’s own eyes, she told its purpose.

"This indicates complete and sudden change," She crooned whimsically.

"It foretells of loss of stability," The young oracle remained silent, to allow the mood to set in. Slowly, ridiculously sluggishly, she pulled the third card from the deck, and placed it vertically underneath the other pair.

"The sun," She said, in a brighter tone than previously.

"The sun denotes success and happiness," She cooed. She pulled forth the fourth card from the pack, less slowly this time, and her face darkened once again.

"The Ten of Swords...Pain, affliction, and sadness," She uttered deliberately, gravely. She placed the card to the left of the first pair. Taking the fifth card from the deck, ever so languidly, she placed it above the first pair of cards.

"The Four of Swords," She declared solemnly. Looking at the other young lady with an expression of deep thought, she told her the card’s meaning.

"The Four of Swords connotes respite and rest," She remarked, rather matter-of-factly. She extracted the sixth card from the deck. Suddenly, the soothing background music began to skip. The oracle’s eyes flared, and she bashed something out of sight of the questioner.

"Damned MAP {Music/Audio Player}!" She muttered to herself, before returning to the calm, concentrated mood of the past few minutes. The questioner laughed. The oracle shot a nasty look, and went on.

"The Knight of Wands. It symbolizes departure, absence, and advance into the unknown," She proclaimed soberly, almost to herself. The other girl looked quite surprised at the outcome so far. The juvenile clairvoyant, who was quite eccentric by nature, and funny at that, was acting nothing of the sort at the moment as she pulled the seventh card.

"The Seven of Swords," She said, in a rather unexpectedly lighthearted tone.

"This indicates new plans and wishes; fantasy; hope," She said, tone maintaining its almost cheerful manner. She deposited the card to the right of the already made cross-shape of the Spread. She, with increasing speed, drew the eighth card from its deck. Her expression did not darken, however, as she arranged this card above the seventh.

"The Queen of Cups," She said plainly, without much expression. She seemed to be trying to conceal annoyance.

"She represents warm-heartedness, poeticalness, loyalty, honesty, love for intelligence, and devotion." She pulled the ninth card from the deck with once again decreasing speed.