Birds Of The Same Feather
Birds of the same feather hailing from different places were summoned by a warlock. They speak different languages and were transformed into something else for their dishonesty. For them to understand each other, the warlock granted them one last wish -- one language to express their thoughts. They can't do anything to please the warlock, hoping they can return to their previous appearance and identity. Right now, they are talking to each other...
"Seventy-eight years ago, I recall, I learned that I was born to be a reader. I moved from place to place for being homeless. I have no name, but people called me "Tarot." Many people everywhere in the world loved me when they discovered me. And yet, many people hated me and still hate me up to now whenever I give them bad vibes or wrong predictions. I only serve people, but never speak a word.
Deck of cards: "I am 25 years old though I know I was born fifty-two years ago. I never get old and still look young. I am dressed in four different colors and shades. I was adopted too. I was loved for so many reasons. I serve all people and can read countless things based from what my reader tells them. I don't interpret things whenever and whatever the dealer serves on the table. People hated me too because I was used in gambling. People who have lived and died, plus the new generations hate me more whenever they lose much. Only in Solitaire and other games for entertainment that people love me, if and only I give them winnings and good predictions that come true. A fortune teller loves me and hates me at the same, all his/her life."
Crystal Ball: "Stop complaining! Even myself, I was adopted many times and hated. 'Wished I'm never cursed!..."
Ouija Board: "I second the motion!... Anybody else?"
"Come to me and take my hand
Flat or rounded, I will take your stand!"
(Prosebite)
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