A tiny, spherical crystal object sparkled in the sunlight. The little ball rolled off a rock and fell into a small pool of water. Young Clara, the fortune teller, saw this. She quickly ran to the shore and plunged her hand into the icy water. Unconcerned by the cold, she immersed herself deeper and deeper.
After a long moment, with a cry of triumph, she quickly pulled out her now cold and wet hand, up to the elbow. In her clenched fist, she held a pearl made of real crystal. But this was no ordinary pearl. It was enchanted so that whoever found it would learn their future through it. That was why Clara so desperately wanted it.
The fortune teller held the shimmering ball in her outstretched palm and waited. And she waited because she knew exactly how to encourage the pearl to reveal its prophecy.
Suddenly, the pearl began to spin at tremendous speed. Clara cried out in surprise and quickly withdrew her hand. But this didn't stop the pearl from spinning wildly. Quite the opposite. It rose to about the height of a seated person.
An outside observer would have easily noticed that the pearl had swelled to the size of a basketball, but Clara wasn't even aware of it. For several minutes now, she had been in a completely different world. She found herself in the land of Magic. But not the fictional kind that magicians used to present at fairs, but real Magic. The kind for which every request is a command, and for which nothing is impossible.
Now Clara the Fairy walked through a vast valley, guided by a miraculous Light. She walked over sharp stones, stumbling over the protruding roots of a few trees, but she didn't stop or slow down. She crossed the entire valley and reached a large chapel. Without hesitation, she ascended the stairs and pushed open the heavy, carved oak door.
The room she entered was perfectly oval. In the center stood an altar constructed of four large glass panels. Above the altar hovered a large crystal ball, its interior filled with some shimmering substance. Clara stopped, flustered, and stood watching as the Light that had led her to this mysterious place slowly glided through the air, slowly descending onto the ball above the altar, merging with the strange fluid within.
Emboldened by this, the Fairy approached with a determined step and fell to her knees before the glass altar. Suddenly, as if Clara had awakened some Power, she rose into the air and entered the mysterious ball's center.
What she saw filled her with a fear she had never experienced before. She saw the man she loved above all others pierce her chest with a dagger. The power of the vision left her so distraught at first, her heart almost bursting with grief.
She knew she must somehow avenge herself on the man who, just the day before, had sworn eternal love to her. Having seen enough, and even more than she wanted to see, she invoked the All-Powerful Power and left the chapel. She crossed the vast valley again and found herself in a meadow, a crystal pearl gleaming in her hand. The next day
, Clara rose from bed with a plan of revenge in mind. Disguised in men's clothes, she went to her beloved's house, intending to kill him. A battle raged between the lovers, but only one of them knew how it would end.
Suddenly, Krystian, for that was the name of Clara's beloved, pulled a dagger from his breast, the same one the fortune-teller had seen in the crystal pearl's prophecy, and plunged it straight into his beloved's chest. In that instant, he recognized his attacker as his beloved.
"What have I done, wretched me? Was it you, my chosen one, who were plotting my downfall? How can it be that you have made me your executioner. I, who loved you more than life itself?"
A tiny ball rolled out of Clara's pocket, the cause of the whole commotion. Krystian picked it up and examined it with keen interest.
At that moment, the curtain fell, and applause erupted from the delighted audience. When the painting was unveiled again, Krystian was helping Clara to her feet, after which they both bowed, and the performance ended.
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