(( @mhafantasyfest With the addition of the Optional Scenario: Magic Truth Potion.))
Miyako had tried to find ways around her curse before. Mostly, she learned various trades and moved often. People sometimes took notice of a newcomer, but they hardly ever took notice of a random dockworker or hairdresser. If people didn’t pay attention to her, then they didn’t ask her for fortunes.
But there had been a few other ways that she had tried to dodge the effects of her curse. She had climbed the mountain again soon after gaining her gift, risking her life to beg them to take it back. She got not response.
She had tried moving somewhere that she didn’t speak the language, but found that her curse taught her any language she needed to make predictions, including signing. Even when she teased a local witch, getting herself cursed to silence, the curse broke the moment someone asked her to read their fortune.
One day, while browsing a magic shop, she came upon a truth potion. She decided, then, that if she couldn’t keep her fortunes to herself, she could at least tell the truth about them. Surely, with such a powerful potion, she would be able to warn people about how cursed her fortunes were. So she bought the potion and hurried out of the shop. Finally, she would be able to stop hurting people!
That was what she thought, at least. She drank the potion, ignoring the dosage listed on the label. The magic in it made her feel a little dizzy, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. For three days, she believed it worked. That was, until someone recognized her and asked for her to tell their fortune.
“Of course I can, but-” She paused, choking on the words. The truth potion compelled her to continue, but her curse stopped her in her tracks. Her coughing grew worse. She couldn’t breathe.
Tears in her eyes, she ran to the closest alley, gagging. She had made a mistake! Her chest was burning, glowing with the aura of her curse. It became a searing pain, forcing out the truth potion’s effects, quickly followed by the potion itself. It felt and looked like she was throwing up molten gold.
She never made the mistake of trying to circumvent her curse by force again.
