|I Dieci Anni Dolorosi dei Colori
Author: Veles PM
This story will no longer be continued...Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Tragedy - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,782 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 08-17-11 - Published: 06-29-11 - id: 2928353
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A year had passed since Marco was exiled from his town. When he left, he wandered off into the woods, to find the rest of the gypsies. It only took him one day to reach the makeshift camp, but when he did he wasn't exactly welcomed...
"Who are you?"
"I said who are you?"
"I am one of you! I am a gypsy! Well... half a gypsy."
"Why are you here?"
"I was put in exile for being a half Gypsy, please I have nowhere else to go!"
"Fine then, but you will be expected to help when necessary."
It was a year that Marco began living with the Gypsies until a fateful night that will be described a little later. Things were fine, nothing truly mentionable occurred. He was a valued member of the community however, he began taking a great interest in the community, gathering food for them and cutting firewood for them, as well as playing his viola for them. He was quite interested in this one girl, but he never acted on it, he never had any luck with women.
As that year drew to a close, Marco was having intense nightmares and he didn't know what they signified, and one one particular night, it was so bad that he woke up screaming intensely. The next evening, he was told to visit the old fortune teller to interpret the dream, as they believed it may have been able to foretell his future.
"Tell me why you are here" said the old fortune teller, an older woman possibly of about 80 years old.
"I've been having many nightmares for the past few weeks, and I was wondering if you could possibly explain any significance that they may have."
"What haunts your dreams?"
"In my dream... I am in a boat in the ocean, just off the coast to catch some fish, but then I look out into the ocean, and when I look back, the land disappears! I am in the middle of the ocean, lost. And then the sky begins to turn dark, like twilight is descending but with a tinge of crimson red. In the distance I see a pair of red eyes staring directly at me. I'm in complete shock and I can't escape from its glare. Suddenly it rushes towards me and it opens its mouth. I see inside its mouth and it's the entrance to Hell! And it was attracting me towards it, it released some kind of scent and I started to row towards it. And in its mouth I see familiar souls burning in a lake of fire. I see my uncle, whom I loved like a father, burning in intense pain, and he screams for me to help him but I can't...
...and then I wake up in complete agony."
"I see, well the dream seems to represent that you are trying to escape from someone, as a Christian tries to escape from Hell. I believe that what it is, is that you're escaping your fate. Allow me to read your future..."
"I'm too afraid..."
"If it's bad I'll conceal it."
"Fine... you know what, tell me everything."
"Okay then..." and she read his palms, then consulted her crystal ball. The looks of her face were distraught.
"I know your future, and it isn't very good."
His face was extremely pale, like that of a corpse.
"You only have ten years left. And for each year, I see a color." The first year is golden yellow, the second is gray, the third is pink, the fourth is blue, the fifth is amber, the sixth is brown, the seventh is white, the eighth is green, the ninth is violet, and the final year will be crimson. The first year will be full of blank emptyness. The second will be depressing and full of sadness and you will be exiled once again. The third... you will find love, but she will destroy you emotionally, whether or not she intends it. The fourth will be melancholy, complete depression and someone you know will die. On the fifth year you will feel better, but eventually you will release emotions you have never experienced before. The sixth will be full of your wrath towards the world. The seventh you will repent and try to find spirituality, but finding your path is nearly impossible. The eighth you will connect to nature, in an attempt to escape from the rest of the world. The ninth you will lose everyone you know, to death or for emotional reasons. I don't know what will happen for most of the 10th year... all I know is that on this date at the end of that year, you will die."
Marco began to weep silently and left the fortune teller's chamber.