But...it's a disco ball"
The young woman stared from across the table, her face set in a sort of 'Really?' look. The reason? Nestled in the purple velvet cushion in place of my usual crystal ball was a disco ball, its faceted surface reflecting what little light was in the room, speckling the walls.
Indeed it is," I shot her a glare from across the table. And here I was hoping she wouldn't notice.
But it's...a disco ball," she repeated, as if changing her emphasis would help me understand the source of her distress.
I sighed. "All I need is a reflective spherical surface."
She continued to stare. "But it's not really a sphere, is it? It's squares glued onto a ball. Won't that in--"
No," I interrupted, my patience wearing thin. "It's fine."
Actually, she was right. The ball was spherical enough, sure, but the facets would normally present a problem. Rather than seeing one whole image as I would in a crystal ball, a disco ball would give many different fragmented images, one for each facet of mirror on the ball. It was harder to focus on what you wanted it to show, and most would be driven mad by the sheer amount of images it spat at you once you got it working. But I'm not just anyone.
And I'd just dropped my last crystal ball down the stairs outside my building. My trusty disco ball would do in a pinch.
Let me explain. I, ladies and gentlemen, am a psychic.
Well...of a sort. I'm not psychic per se, I just have a third eye. Yep. Right in the middle of my forehead.
And this eye, it can see anything. No, not through clothes you fool, don't give me that look. It can see the future. Honestly.




Name: Cyna
Age: 26
Eyes: Green; third eye is an eerie yellow, though only open when she uses it to look at the future.
Hair: Originally a mousy brown, but she dyes it purple with a blue streak.
Personality: Generally, Cyna is a fairly quiet person, but she isn't all that calm in reality even though she doesn't show it. She always wants things to be done her way, and they better be done quickly. She has no patience whatsoever and her temper is somewhat short. When her temper runs out, her rage is silent rather than explosive; she's the type to get a quiet nasty revenge rather than something big, loud, and flashy. When dealing with other people she tends to be bitter and snappy. She's always in a hurry, but unfortunately she's also clumsy so ends up breaking things and making a mess.

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Cyna was born in a small city not far from Neovia. Rather than a modern city with tall skyscrapers, it is similar in style to Neovia's architecture, only with a larger population.
Cyna lived with her mother Natalie, a schoolteacher, in a two story town house, not too large but more than comfortable for only two people. From the moment Cyna was born, her mother knew she'd have many obstacles to overcome in her life. Being born with a third eye was not unheard of, but it was very rare. There were legends of people in times long past born with a third eye who had gone on to use the eye to their advantage and do great things.
But that was long ago. Natalie couldn't remember anyone in recent history being born with the third eye. Most people had most likely even forgotten the old legends by now or else discounted them as nonsense. To them Cyna's eye would not be something rare and wonderful, but strange and different. And inevitably people feared and reviled what they couldn't understand.
And so she was right. The first few times Natalie took Cyna out with her were a disaster. At first sight, people cooed and delighted in what an adorable child she was until the noticed the strange addition on her forehead. Upon realizing it was a closed eye they all cringed away, making excuses to leave as fast as possible.
After that, Natalie took to hiding Cyna's eye, so she could have as normal a childhood as possible. While she was still young enough, Cyna could often be seen wearing adorable baby bonnets that went low enough to cover her third eye. As she grew older, Natalie made sure to keep Cyna's hair in a cut that would cover her forehead. This worked well for a time, until Cyna started school.
Until now Cyna had only had limited contact with children her age. Most usually she preferred to follow her mother around on her days off. When Natalie was working, Cyna stayed at home with only the housekeeper and her dolls for company.
School was a completely new experience for Cyna. At first, things went relatively well. Though shy, she'd participate in her classmate's games during their lunch break. Unfortunately, children being children, it was inevitable that one day Cyna's neatly groomed hair would get messed up. During one particularly vigorous game of tag, Cyna's bangs ended up plastered to her forehead with sweat, swept aside as she wiped sweat out of her eyes.
And with that, her happy childhood was over. The word of her strangeness spread from child to child until everyone knew. From that day on, the children teased and laughed. They stole her things and played nasty pranks when the teachers weren't watching. Natalie, hoping to be able to control some of the children and the teasing, had Cyna transferred over to her class, but it didn't help much.
This continued throughout Cyna's education, no matter what grade she was in. Not only did she have to put up with her classmates, but as she grew older her eye began to reveal more and more of its abilities. She spent her early years struggling with the eye, but by the time she had become a teen she more or less came to terms with it and the often disturbing things it showed her.
By the time she finished her final year of schooling, she was used to her eye and the things it could do. Despite the fact the her schoolmates continued to be horrible, she no longer let it bother her so much. She'd grown numb to their taunts, and as she grew older they had begun to fear her enough that their pranks decreased in frequency and seriousness as well.
After Cyna graduated, Natalie made a decision to move away to Faerieland. Her health had slowly been growing worse, and now that Cyna was an adult, Natalie felt she could leave her daughter to take care of herself while she moved to a more favorable climate and closer to Healing Springs. She packed up and left the house to Cyna.
When her mother had left, Cyna racked her brain for a way to support herself. Eventually she came to the conclusion that she would use her natural gifts afforded to her by her third eye. Using some savings her mother had left her, Cyna turned the dining room on the first floor into a room appropriately mysterious for a psychic. The windows were covered with heavy black curtains that never let any light in; tall candles were set up all over the room to provide the light. Gauze and other flimsy fabrics draped artistically over the walls and from the ceiling, with garlands of sparkling crystals here and there. A thick cloying smell of incense filled the air whenever a customer was coming. The hall leading from the front door to the dining room was given a similar treatment. Cyna just had to roll her eyes every time she walked into her house now. This decoration was ridiculous, but her customers loved it and took her all the more seriously for it, as if a psychic wasn't allowed to live in a cheerily lit space. The rest of the house was fortunately left alone as Cyna never let any customers further in.
No longer did Cyna hide her third eye either. Her bangs were now swept to the side, her eye reassuring her customers or her legitimacy rather than scaring them off, even if they were still unsettled by it.
Unfortunately, her eye isn't always the most reliable. It had no problem seeing the future of course, but Cyna wasn't always able to control what it chose to show her. Often a customer would ask about a certain part of their future, only to have Cyna's eye show her a completely unrelated part of their lives. So like all psychics that have no idea what to say, she lied. Despite the lies, the things she actually saw were always accurate. She was right often enough that soon word of her had spread and she had gained a reputation as a credible psychic. The amount of her customers increased until she had to schedule appointments months in advance if she wanted to keep from being flooded and have any time to herself.
As more customers visited, she realized all her old classmates began to show up. These same people who had tormented her so now visited seeking aid from the same thing they had hated all those years. She realized what a position she was in.
She told little lies. A vague untruth here and there. With a false horrifying prediction or two to go with it.
And so it went on like this. When someone from her past came in to hear her tell them of their future, she would have her small revenge. They would spend long months in anxiety or even fear of her prediction coming true, doing their best to avoid whatever she had predicted. One woman spent months avoiding any sources of water, even the shower, after Cyna's dreadful description of an accident with water. One man had given up all his possessions and moved to a remote shack in the mountains to avoid that predicted house crumbling down on him.
Those that had not done her wrong were sent off with an accurate prediction of whatever she had seen about them, and occasionally harmless vague untruths for the questions they had asked but she had not been able to see.




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