The prophet lounged on a cushioned divan in his audience chamber, practically a throne. The villagers gave him the hall when he’d arrived and predicted a disaster. It was only his quick prognostication that spared the village from the worst of the damage.
A curtain at the far end of the room twitched, and he nodded almost imperceptibly to the figure hidden behind it.
The villagers loved their new prophet, but found him dour, only predicting calamities. Good fortune was crowd pleasing, but tricky. Doom was easier; especially if you had a team to make sure your predictions came true.

“Old seer – olympia” by original picture by Angela Monika Arnold, Berlin is licensed under CC BY 3.0.

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