A Butterfly's Dream
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Adult +
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12
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6
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I own the characters, I created this world. This story is an ORIGINAL FICTION and is mine. Any copyright infringement will be not be tolerated. Anything/one recognizable is duly noted in the Authors Note.
Chapter 9
After the recent dream, Clary had finally given in to the urge to do some reading. Both his parents had said that he looked like death warmed over and he even felt like that.
‘What a wonderful thing to say to your child,’ he thinks to himself as he watches his mother shift through his witch trunk, trying to find his basic tarot deck.
“Mom, they should be in the top half, the part that you moved,” he finally says, pointing to the oddly hinged top with three leather-bound books and two stacks of cards covered in green and brown soft leather. “The green set.”
“Oh,” his mother breaths, picking up the said cards and moving the top back into place before closing the lid. Moving over to Clary’s side, she settles a large, flat-bed table over his legs and hands him the deck. “Is there anything else you’ll need?” she asks.
“Not at the moment. But I might need some green tea later on, after I finish my readings,” Clary responds, his fingers working open the leather that surrounds the deck. Putting the piece of leather aside, Clary starts to shuffle the cards, mixing them up as he settles back against his pillows, his eyes closing as he focuses on his life - his present, his future…his path.
Soon, his movements are steady, his breathing a backdrop to the sounds of cards sliding against cards. Suddenly he places a card face down in front of him, before going back to his shuffling. It is a couple more minutes later that he does the same thing, placing the card face down before continuing his shuffling. Another few moments pass before a third card is laid out.
Pausing, he shifts his mind to David and what his present, future and path held for him, before shuffling through the cards once more. The deck in his hands is special in the way that there is a pair of each card, making it thicker and easier to make multiple predictions with. Soon, a fourth card is laid down under the first of the others. More follow quickly after the first one.
Taking a deep breath, Clary sets the deck aside and opens his eyes, seeing his mother standing in the doorway with a cup of tea in her hand. Smiling, he holds out his hand to take the cup with a small nod.
“Thank you, momma,” he says softly, his throat dry from exhaling from his mouth. She smoothes back a bit of his hair and smiles gently.
“You’re welcome, child,” she replies softly before standing straight again. “You do what you need to do, and I’ll throw my bones for you.”
“Thank you. Can you question them about the darkness that I keep dreaming about?” he asks, frowning softly. He knew that when his mother threw her bones, it was usually about something more concrete, more proof about it.
“Of course I can,” she agrees, heading out of the room, her robe swishing behind her. Smiling gently, Clary sips his hot tea, savoring the tartly sweet flavor. Putting the cup aside, he flips the first card, blinking a few times at it, making sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.
“So odd,” he mummers softly, before grabbing his note book to make notes down in it.
Seven of Wands: Usually means to be cautious when in right side up position. It shows that the darkness or badness will eventually pass.
Knights of wands: means discord, work interrupted, jealousy, narrow mindedness, suspicion, journey is delayed
The moon: deception, trickery, disillusionment, error danger, disgrace, double dealing.
Could possible mean that all the darkness threatening our lives will leave or dissipate, but we need to be cautious in what we do and how we do it. Will have to ask mother what the bones have said for me.
For David, I got 10 of cups, 5 of cups and Ace of cups.
10 of cups: A family quarrel, loss of friendship
5 of cups: sorrow, loss of a loved one, a broken marriage
Ace of Cups: beginning of love
Possible meaning: he may find a possible love but the darkness surrounding him will tear it away in some way. His family will play a central part in this, but what part, the cards don’t revel. Will once more need to ask my mother what the bones have said.
Putting his note book and pen aside again, he picks up the cards on his bed, shuffles them and puts them into the little pouch before putting it aside to re-bless at a later time. Sighing softly, he looks as his mother comes in with a pad of paper.
“These are what the bones have told me, sweet one,” she says softly, handing it over. Clary nods and smiles softly at his mother.
“Thank you mom,” he replies, before settling in to read the cryptic messages that always seem to come from the bones. “Are you alright?” he asks, finally looking up at her before making a soft surprised noise as she hugs him tightly.
“Yes, I am sweetness,” she says after letting him go. Blinking, Clary nods with a curious expression on his face.
“If you say so,” he says softly before relaxing again.
“I’ll go make you some lunch. You just relax,” she says, patting his shoulder before leaving the room again. Clary shakes his head in wonder and goes back to reading the pad of paper, sighing softly at the words in front of him.
“This is going to suck so much,” he mutters, shaking his head again
‘What a wonderful thing to say to your child,’ he thinks to himself as he watches his mother shift through his witch trunk, trying to find his basic tarot deck.
“Mom, they should be in the top half, the part that you moved,” he finally says, pointing to the oddly hinged top with three leather-bound books and two stacks of cards covered in green and brown soft leather. “The green set.”
“Oh,” his mother breaths, picking up the said cards and moving the top back into place before closing the lid. Moving over to Clary’s side, she settles a large, flat-bed table over his legs and hands him the deck. “Is there anything else you’ll need?” she asks.
“Not at the moment. But I might need some green tea later on, after I finish my readings,” Clary responds, his fingers working open the leather that surrounds the deck. Putting the piece of leather aside, Clary starts to shuffle the cards, mixing them up as he settles back against his pillows, his eyes closing as he focuses on his life - his present, his future…his path.
Soon, his movements are steady, his breathing a backdrop to the sounds of cards sliding against cards. Suddenly he places a card face down in front of him, before going back to his shuffling. It is a couple more minutes later that he does the same thing, placing the card face down before continuing his shuffling. Another few moments pass before a third card is laid out.
Pausing, he shifts his mind to David and what his present, future and path held for him, before shuffling through the cards once more. The deck in his hands is special in the way that there is a pair of each card, making it thicker and easier to make multiple predictions with. Soon, a fourth card is laid down under the first of the others. More follow quickly after the first one.
Taking a deep breath, Clary sets the deck aside and opens his eyes, seeing his mother standing in the doorway with a cup of tea in her hand. Smiling, he holds out his hand to take the cup with a small nod.
“Thank you, momma,” he says softly, his throat dry from exhaling from his mouth. She smoothes back a bit of his hair and smiles gently.
“You’re welcome, child,” she replies softly before standing straight again. “You do what you need to do, and I’ll throw my bones for you.”
“Thank you. Can you question them about the darkness that I keep dreaming about?” he asks, frowning softly. He knew that when his mother threw her bones, it was usually about something more concrete, more proof about it.
“Of course I can,” she agrees, heading out of the room, her robe swishing behind her. Smiling gently, Clary sips his hot tea, savoring the tartly sweet flavor. Putting the cup aside, he flips the first card, blinking a few times at it, making sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.
“So odd,” he mummers softly, before grabbing his note book to make notes down in it.
Seven of Wands: Usually means to be cautious when in right side up position. It shows that the darkness or badness will eventually pass.
Knights of wands: means discord, work interrupted, jealousy, narrow mindedness, suspicion, journey is delayed
The moon: deception, trickery, disillusionment, error danger, disgrace, double dealing.
Could possible mean that all the darkness threatening our lives will leave or dissipate, but we need to be cautious in what we do and how we do it. Will have to ask mother what the bones have said for me.
For David, I got 10 of cups, 5 of cups and Ace of cups.
10 of cups: A family quarrel, loss of friendship
5 of cups: sorrow, loss of a loved one, a broken marriage
Ace of Cups: beginning of love
Possible meaning: he may find a possible love but the darkness surrounding him will tear it away in some way. His family will play a central part in this, but what part, the cards don’t revel. Will once more need to ask my mother what the bones have said.
Putting his note book and pen aside again, he picks up the cards on his bed, shuffles them and puts them into the little pouch before putting it aside to re-bless at a later time. Sighing softly, he looks as his mother comes in with a pad of paper.
“These are what the bones have told me, sweet one,” she says softly, handing it over. Clary nods and smiles softly at his mother.
“Thank you mom,” he replies, before settling in to read the cryptic messages that always seem to come from the bones. “Are you alright?” he asks, finally looking up at her before making a soft surprised noise as she hugs him tightly.
“Yes, I am sweetness,” she says after letting him go. Blinking, Clary nods with a curious expression on his face.
“If you say so,” he says softly before relaxing again.
“I’ll go make you some lunch. You just relax,” she says, patting his shoulder before leaving the room again. Clary shakes his head in wonder and goes back to reading the pad of paper, sighing softly at the words in front of him.
“This is going to suck so much,” he mutters, shaking his head again