|Legacy of the Divine Tarot|
The Chariot came to a stop and The Fool opened his eyes. The surrounding landscape looked no different than it had before. Confused, he jumped to the ground, followed by his dog.
What had been the point of such a ride if he would only end up where he'd begun? He looked around for his mate, but she wasn't there. He slumped to the ground, disgusted by this journey which seemed to go nowhere.
His dog barked, ran after the departing chariot, and then returned to his side.
"Great. Now we must continue on foot. But what could be the point of all this? We should just go home."
The dog barked yet again, and a woman's voice drifted toward him.
The Fool turned to see a woman accompanied by three large cats. He glanced at his dog, expecting the normal reaction upon feline presence, but curiously the dog only stared. The Fool stood and approached the woman.
"I'm tired of riddles. If that's what you have to speak, I'll be on my way."
"Young man, you seem discouraged. What troubles you?"
"This journey takes me nowhere. Around in circles I've gone."
"The truth is not what you speak. You have come far. You have only to believe in yourself and follow your instincts."
"I don't understand. Where am I to go? What path do I follow?"
"Close your eyes. Now ask yourself, where do you want to go, what path do you seek?"
The Fool groaned. "Riddles, more riddles." He opened his eyes.
The lady and her companions were gone. Night had fallen and by his side laid a staff, its embedded crystal glowing bright.