章 200: Under the Spotlight

[ENTER A WITCH OF THE ROAMING!]

This was the first Act.

Rafel watched a heavily costumed female saunter from a fake side door into a devised Throne room of sorts. The woman was old, her face crinkled and her fingers gnarled. For so she was made to be perceived. But Rafel could see under the perfect, astonishing makeup and knew she wasn't an old hag at all, but the beloved and wild Raziah Fairfield.

One character down.

'As the play progresses, I shall decipher the true faces of the characters.' He promised himself.

This witch's long hat shivered as she pointed a crooked finger at the bearded man with the crown on the throne. "O wise Laius, live forever," this witch spoke to the king. The King of Thebes—the land where the drama was set. "The gods have come to me. The Fates have revealed a prophecy. As this it is told, the child in thine queen's belly shall arise and slay thee, and in marriage shall bed thy wife."