Handing her a thin slip of paper, the Diviner said, "Write your query." And when the girl had done so, it was thrown onto the hearth. The fire grew into a violent blaze too bright to look at, but the Diviner's gaze remained fixed, pressing intently into something unseen.
Beyond the entrance to the cave, The Diviner's home was surprisingly warm and hospitable. "Yours is the first request I've heard in a long time," they said, "and certainly the humblest I've ever heard." But they were not insulted.
"Like. OK. This cute boy in my class lent me his pen 'cuz I forgot mine at home? And I'm freaking out, 'cuz like, y'know how you act nice to someone and they get totally the wrong idea? Like 'damn, girl, chill, it's a pen.' But he's just so...y'know? What if he's the one?!"
In a cave by a town by the sea, there lived a being with the power to see all. The past, the future, and even the darkest secrets of the heart were laid bare in their sight. The townspeople called them the Diviner, and dared not approach.
