Shawn: The Order of Sybil And The Occult
The skeletal hand pushed one of the cards forward to Shawn. It pictured three women in red togas, embraced in a circle, arms raised holding what looked like 3 goblets. The card read '3 of Cups.'
"The future is yet unknown. But the cards will help determine what happens. I will align the cards in a set of three: Past, Present and Future. Your past is the Three of Cups. That means that you have had a fortunate end to a venture. A celebration is in order. You have achieved a level of trust and harmony, a healing of ills."
The skeletal hand pushed the second card forward: Strength. It had a picture of a Tiger on the card, swirling tendrils of blue smoke around its face.
"Strength." Melinda announced in a thin, reedy voice, the pin in Shawn's arm suddenly fading fast. "Control of passion against one’s baser instincts. Determination. Generosity. Strength and power under control. You have persevered. You are stronger than before in some ways."
The skeletal hand pushed the third card forward: It had a picture of a woman dressed in a white toga, surrounded by swords circling around her.
"The Eight of Swords." Melinda announced and Shawn suddenly saw that Ralph was on the floor, the candle light casting shadows on his face. His eyes were puffy like he had been crying. He was on his knees, face dirty with grime, a look of confusion. "Jealousy." Melinda continued, reading the final meaning of what would occur in the future based on the cards drawn. "...from family, crisis and enforced isolation, illness and oppression, major difficulties and adverse circumstances dictated by fate."
There was a slight change in Ralph's demeanor, his eyes squint, face rigid.