davyan seer . d12 . fin

I truly believe that I can see into and predict the future, but no one else thinks I can. Those people need to be much more careful, if you ask me. I give them warnings about what I see in their futures, and they always ignore me. One of these days, they will see that I'm right.

Last year, I predicted that my sister Winnie and I would be safe from the reaping, and I was correct. I saw it in my crystal ball. I saw the outline of figures approaching the stage, and knew it wasn't us. No one believed that I could have predicted it, because I couldn't tell them beforehand who specifically was going to be reaped: just that it wasn't us. Still, I truly believe I can see the future.

Tea leaves are another thing I enjoy using to read predictions. They give me signs. Warning signs, good and bad, although they're more vague than even the crystal ball readings. I tell people when I know something bad is going to happen to them, but they always brush me off. I'm tired of being ignored all my life. There obviously must be a reason our surname is Seer. We're not frauds.

Growing up wealthy in District Twelve could be another reason that people tend to try to avoid or ignore me. A lot of people here don't have much in the way of money, but our family does. We have plenty of it. An excess, even. My parents will buy my sister and I whatever we need for our future-telling endeavors. They also make sure we have whatever else we could possibly want or need, like clothing, books or other things. Some would say we're spoiled. I suppose I would agree, even if I don't want to admit it.

I was a well-behaved if not somewhat annoying child. I don't like to admit that I was particularly annoying, but I know it's true. I would always get angry at people who ignored my predictions. Now, I still get angry, but I don't let them know it as much. I used to yell at those who refused to listen to me. Now, I sit in silence and watch things play out as they see how right I was.

The problem is, things are starting to not exactly go as planned, recently. I'm starting to notice that some of my predictions aren't quite right, and it makes me wonder if either someone has tampered with my stuff, or if somehow, someway, I'm reading things wrong. I have the ability to read it, I know that. It's just that it doesn't always seem to be going perfectly anymore.

My mother tries to reassure me that things are just a little bit off, and that I'm not doing anything wrong. My deep brown eyes gaze at the dirty tea leaves, trying to discern what I might have missed. I can't seem to figure it out, and I slam the teacup down in frustration. A small fracture forms in the teacup's edge as it hits the table. Why is nothing going my way anymore?

Surely there's something I can do to turn things back to the way they were before. I've been reading all my books about divination. Everything I can possibly learn about scrying, tea-leaf-reading and crystal ball fortunes is jammed into my brain, but it just isn't lining up. Something isn't right. I'm bound and determined to figure out who's messing with things. Either someone's tampered with my stuff, or there's a curse laid on District Twelve, because those are the only things that could possibly make me wrong with what I'm doing, and I'm bound and determined to figure out what's happening.

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author's note: Davyan and his sister Winnie can't actually see/predict the future, they just think they can. When things start not going the way he thinks they should, Davyan gets worried and starts to doubt things a little bit.