Story Game: Fortune Teller Reveals Your Future Family (with dice)

Baby Name Games
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You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

START: here are your dice

“Your name is ________________.”

(THIS IS THE KEY FOR NAMING ALL GIRLS)
FIRST DIE: Your first name starts with a

  1. A-D
  2. E-H
  3. I-L
  4. M-P
  5. Q-T
  6. U-Z

SECOND DIE: Your first name ends with a

  1. Y
  2. E
  3. A
  4. X
  5. N
  6. M

|| REPEAT FOR MIDDLE NAME ||

“You will face ______ ______ throughout your life.”

FIRST DIE:

  1. never-ending
  2. fleeting
  3. no
  4. extremely
  5. tragic
  6. infectious

SECOND DIE:
1-4 = good fortune
5-6 = bad fortune

||two sixes or two ones = ultimate ruin||
||If you get a fleeting fortune or tragic good fortune, alternate choosing from the GOOD and BAD fortune lists below||

“Because of this, you will __________ __________, where you will meet your future husband.”

GOOD [name_u]FORTUNE[/name_u] PEOPLE:
FIRST DIE ONLY:

  1. become princess, and be taken to rule in…
  2. find a great treasure on…
  3. lead many in victory against a future foe in…
  4. gain magic in…
  5. be led to a great artist who, due to your beauty, will paint you in…
  6. overcome your greatest fear in…

BAD / ULTIMATE RUIN [name_u]FORTUNE[/name_u] PEOPLE:
FIRST DIE ONLY:

  1. be captured by bandits in…
  2. be lost in…
  3. lose all your prized possessions in…
  4. fall ill in…
  5. be kicked out by your village to…
  6. be forgotten by your mother in…

ULTIMATE RUIN FORTUNE:
SECOND DIE:

  1. a hostile land
  2. a cannibalistic island
  3. a haunted woodland
  4. the cursed castle
  5. a terrible war
  6. a zombie meadow

GOOD/BAD FORTUNES:
SECOND DIE:

  1. a foreign land
  2. a hidden island
  3. a dark woodland
  4. the royal castle
  5. a terrible war
  6. a mossy meadow

“Your husband will have ___________ skin, and eyes of _______________.”

FIRST DIE:

  1. pale
  2. reddish-brown
  3. light brown
  4. deep brown
  5. darkest black
  6. olive

SECOND DIE:

  1. blue
  2. green
  3. hazel
  4. brown
  5. gold
  6. gray

ULTIMATE RUIN FORTUNE PEOPLE:
FIRST DIE:

  1. translucent
  2. charred
  3. zombie
  4. rotting
  5. diseased
  6. ugly

SECOND DIE:

  1. blood
  2. black
  3. emptiness
  4. a murderer
  5. the devil
  6. worms

“His name will be _____________________.”

(THIS IS THE KEY FOR NAMING ALL BOYS)
FIRST DIE: first name starts with

  1. A, J, Q, U
  2. S, K, W, I
  3. D, L, E, O
  4. F, M, P, R
  5. T, Y, N, V, H
  6. B, C, X, Z, G

SECOND DIE: first name ends with

  1. N
  2. O
  3. K
  4. T
  5. H
  6. L

||REPEAT FOR MIDDLE NAME AND LAST NAME||

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you _______________ to conceive.”

FIRST DIE:

  1. 6
  2. 7
  3. 9
  4. 1.5
  5. 2
  6. 5

SECOND DIE:

  1. months
  2. years
  3. days
  4. weeks
  5. tries
  6. sacrifices to the gods

“That pregnancy will give you ____________, ______________.”

GOOD [name_u]FORTUNE[/name_u] PEOPLE:
FIRST DIE ONLY:

  1. one healthy child
  2. one beautiful child
  3. one peaceful child
  4. one magical child
  5. one royal child
  6. one angelic child

BAD [name_u]FORTUNE[/name_u] PEOPLE:
FIRST DIE ONLY:

  1. one odiferous child
  2. one whining child
  3. one devilish child
  4. one always hungry child
  5. one unhelpful child
  6. one sassy child

ULTIMATE RUIN FORTUNE PEOPLE:
FIRST DIE ONLY:

  1. a cursed child
  2. a forsaken child
  3. a hideous child
  4. a zombie child
  5. an insane child
  6. a oedipal child

ALL FORTUNES:
SECOND DIE ONLY:
odd number = a boy
even number = a girl

||Doubles for either fortune: two [adj] children, [gender], i.e. snake eyes would be: “two healthy children, boys.” -or- “two odiferous children, boys.”||

“Named ____________________.”

||USE STANDARDS FOR BOY/GIRL ABOVE||

“Throughout your life, you will have ___________ more children, {x} boy(s) and {x} girl(s), named ____________…”

FIRST DIE:

  1. 3
  2. 6
  3. 11
  4. 2
  5. 7
  6. 4

SECOND DIE (roll for each child):
1-3, girls
4-6, boys

||USE NAMING STANDARDS FOR BOY/GIRL ABOVE||

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much _________________, and [bad fortune use “yet”], with your husband, be the _____________ your existence.”

GOOD [name_u]FORTUNE[/name_u] PEOPLE:
FIRST DIE:

  1. happiness
  2. riches
  3. fame
  4. pride
  5. laughter
  6. knowledge

BAD [name_u]FORTUNE[/name_u] PEOPLE:
FIRST DIE:

  1. frustration
  2. anger
  3. annoyance
  4. exhaustion
  5. sickness
  6. disappointment

GOOD/BAD FORTUNES
SECOND DIE:

  1. joy of
  2. reason for
  3. greatest part of
  4. most interesting part of
  5. most fulfilling part of
  6. least disappointing part of

ULTIMATE RUIN FORTUNE PEOPLE:
FIRST DIE:

  1. pain
  2. cursing
  3. trouble
  4. emptiness
  5. soullessness
  6. disease

SECOND DIE:

  1. bane of
  2. curse of
  3. regret of
  4. annihilation of
  5. end of
  6. ultimate ruin of

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to ____________ your fate.

[you choose: avoid, or pursue?]

|| I hope you liked his game, it’s supposed to be fun and a little funny, not sad or depressing for the bad fortune or ultimate ruin people haha! ||

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You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

“Your name is [name_f]Sabryn[/name_f] [name_u]Fable[/name_u]. You will face never-ending good fortune throughout your life. Because of this, you will become princess, and be taken to rule in a foreign land, where you will meet your future husband.

“Your husband will have deep brown skin, and eyes of grey. His name will be [name_m]Cyrek[/name_m] [name_m]Warrick[/name_m] [name_m]Westbrook[/name_m].”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you 5 tries to conceive. That pregnancy will give you one healthy child, a girl named [name_f]Rosey[/name_f] [name_f]Elody[/name_f] [name_m]Westbrook[/name_m]. Throughout your life, you will have 2 more children, 2 boys and 0 girls, named [name_m]Nathaniel[/name_m] [name_m]Isaak[/name_m] [name_m]Westbrook[/name_m] and [name_m]Philo[/name_m] [name_m]Bardrick[/name_m] [name_m]Westbrook[/name_m].”

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much riches, and, with your husband, be the greatest part of your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

Yay! A princess in a foreign land with an older girl and two younger boys… which is funny because that is actually my life (minus the princess/foreign land part)!

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I just wanted to try it with Ultimate Ruin. It’s really terrible haha:

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

“Your name is [name_f]Breza[/name_f] [name_f]Yamilex[/name_f]. You will face ultimate ruin throughout your life. Because of this, you will be kicked out by your village to a zombie meadow, where you will meet your future husband.

“Your husband will have ugly skin, and eyes of worms. His name will be [name_f]Diablo[/name_f] Sicero [name_m]Zhivago[/name_m].”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you 2 years to conceive. That pregnancy will give you one oedipal child, a girl named [name_f]Ilsey[/name_f] [name_u]Penna[/name_u] [name_m]Zhivago[/name_m]. Throughout your life, you will have 6 more children, 2 boys and 4 girls, named:

BOYS:
[name_m]Satch[/name_m] [name_m]Ickitt[/name_m] [name_m]Zhivago[/name_m]
[name_m]Gryfeth[/name_m] [name_m]Norfolk[/name_m] [name_m]Zhivago[/name_m]

GIRLS:
[name_f]Wendolen[/name_f] [name_f]Quinne[/name_f] [name_m]Zhivago[/name_m]
[name_f]Zephyrine[/name_f] [name_f]Odella[/name_f] [name_m]Zhivago[/name_m]
[name_f]Wisdom[/name_f] [name_f]Unity[/name_f] [name_m]Zhivago[/name_m] (the only one that makes it out of this terrible family, I like to think)
[name_f]Yamilex[/name_f] [name_f]Trix[/name_f] [name_m]Zhivago[/name_m]

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much emptiness, and, with your husband, be the bane of your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to avoid your fate.

AAAHHH!!! RUNS AWAY

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You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

“Your name is [name_f]Isabelle[/name_f] [name_u]Darcy[/name_u] [name_m]Winters[/name_m].”

“You will face infectious good fortune throughout your life.”

“Because of this, you will gain magic in the royal castle, where you will meet your future husband.”

“Your husband will have deep brown skin, and eyes of grey.”

“His name will be [name_m]Derek[/name_m] [name_m]Vincent[/name_m] [name_m]Cabot[/name_m].”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you nine days to conceive.”

“That pregnancy will give you one beautiful child, a girl.”

“Named [name_f]Anna[/name_f] [name_f]Miriam[/name_f] [name_m]Cabot[/name_m].”

“Throughout your life, you will have four more children, 2 boy(s) and 2 girl(s), named [name_m]Wyatt[/name_m] [name_m]Carl[/name_m] [name_m]Cabot[/name_m], [name_m]Jack[/name_m] Larch [name_m]Cabot[/name_m], [name_f]Penelope[/name_f] [name_f]Hanna[/name_f] [name_m]Cabot[/name_m], and [name_f]Margaux[/name_f] [name_f]Isabelle[/name_f] [name_m]Cabot[/name_m]”

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much laughter, and, with your husband, be the most fulfilling part your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

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You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

“Your name is Merren [name_f]Lilly[/name_f].”

“You will face fleeting good fortune throughout your life.”

“Because of this, you will be led to a great artist who, due to your beauty, will paint you in a terrible war, where you will meet your future husband.”

“Your husband will have reddish brown skin, and eyes of green.”

“His name will be [name_m]Kellen[/name_m] Ioco Gillan.”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you two tries to conceive.”

“That pregnancy will give you one sassy child, a girl.”

“Named [name_f]Ivy[/name_f] [name_u]Jem[/name_u] Gillan.”

“Throughout your life, you will have 2 more children, 2 girls, named [name_f]Maeve[/name_f] [name_f]Lux[/name_f] Gillan and [name_f]Sabryn[/name_f] [name_f]Talassa[/name_f] Gillan.”

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much knowledge, and yet, with your husband, be the most interesting part of your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

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You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

“Your name is [name_f]Trix[/name_f] [name_f]Lilium[/name_f].”

“You will face tragic good fortune throughout your life.”

“Because of this, you will be led to a great artist who, due to your beauty, will paint you in a terrible war, where you will meet your future husband.”

“Your husband will have the darkest black skin, and eyes of gold.”

“His name will be [name_u]Everett[/name_u] Oat Kish.”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you 2 years to conceive.”

“That pregnancy will give you an always hungry child, a boy.”

“Named [name_m]Ernest[/name_m] [name_u]Mo[/name_u].”

“Throughout your life, you will have 4 more children, 2 boy(s) and 2 girl(s), named [name_m]Raoul[/name_m] Tank, [name_u]Ash[/name_u] [name_m]Randolph[/name_m], [name_f]Fern[/name_f] Avian, and [name_f]Umbrielle[/name_f] [name_f]Nan[/name_f].”

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much fame, and, with your husband, be the reason for your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

[name_f]Trix[/name_f] and [name_u]Everett[/name_u] with [name_m]Ernest[/name_m], [name_m]Raoul[/name_m], [name_u]Ash[/name_u], [name_f]Fern[/name_f], and [name_f]Umbrielle[/name_f]

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You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

“Your name is [name_f]Lila[/name_f] [name_f]Aria[/name_f].”

“You will face fleeting good fortune throughout your life.”

“Because of this, you will gain magic in… the royal castle, where you will meet your future husband.”

“Your husband will have pale skin, and eyes of green.”

“His name will be [name_u]Michael[/name_u] [name_m]Judah[/name_m] [name_u]Bell[/name_u].”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you 5 days to conceive.”

“That pregnancy will give you one beautiful child, a girl.”

“Named [name_f]Lily[/name_f] [name_f]Mara[/name_f] [name_u]Bell[/name_u].”

“Throughout your life, you will have 11 more children, 5 boys and 6 girls, named [name_u]Remy[/name_u] [name_f]Zoey[/name_f] [name_u]Bell[/name_u], [name_u]Mason[/name_u] [name_m]Vincent[/name_m] [name_u]Bell[/name_u], [name_m]Adrian[/name_m] [name_m]Holden[/name_m] [name_u]Bell[/name_u], [name_m]Roman[/name_m] [name_u]Kendall[/name_u] [name_u]Bell[/name_u], [name_f]Eliana[/name_f] [name_u]Rain[/name_u] [name_u]Bell[/name_u], [name_m]Broderick[/name_m] [name_m]Jack[/name_m] [name_u]Bell[/name_u], [name_m]Clark[/name_m] [name_m]Cael[/name_m] [name_u]Bell[/name_u], [name_f]Daniela[/name_f] [name_f]Juliette[/name_f] [name_u]Bell[/name_u], [name_f]Phoebe[/name_f] [name_f]Ellie[/name_f] [name_u]Bell[/name_u], [name_f]Veronica[/name_f] [name_f]Miriam[/name_f] [name_u]Bell[/name_u] & [name_f]Victoria[/name_f] [name_f]Lola[/name_f] [name_u]Bell[/name_u]…”

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much frustration, and yet, with your husband, be the least disappointing part of your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

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"Your name is [name_f]Emily[/name_f] [name_f]Therese[/name_f] [name_m]Henry[/name_m]. You will face never-ending good fortune throughout your life.

Because of this, you will find a great treasure in a dark woodland, where you will meet your future husband. Your husband will have pale skin, and eyes of blue. His name will be [name_u]Adrien[/name_u] [name_u]March[/name_u] [name_m]Quill[/name_m].

Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you seven months to conceive. That pregnancy will give you one royal child, a son named [name_m]Roman[/name_m] Gianno.

Throughout your life, you will have six more children, one boy and five girls, named [name_m]Jack[/name_m] Eleo, [name_f]Zoe[/name_f] [name_f]Alyx[/name_f], [name_f]Amelie[/name_f] [name_m]Ciaran[/name_m], [name_u]Rory[/name_u] Nox, [name_f]Rose[/name_f] [name_u]Fiore[/name_u], and [name_u]Adrien[/name_u] [name_f]Victoria[/name_f]. These children will bring you much pride and, with your husband, be the reason for your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

9

"Your name is [name_u]Kay[/name_u] Zinx [name_m]Malcolm[/name_m]. You will face infectious good fortune throughout your life. Because of this, you will lead many in victory against a future foe in a cannibalistic island where you will meet your future husband. Your husband will have darkest black skin, and eyes of green. His name will be [name_m]Henrik[/name_m] [name_m]Walsh[/name_m] Burolough. Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you nine tries to conceive.”

[name_u]Kay[/name_u] [name_m]Malcolm[/name_m]:

[name_m]Henrik[/name_m] Burolough: https://41.media.tumblr.com/d00860ac494e4bce1e6c0c0fb6a32ced/tumblr_mv2qdcJdO81snbieko1_500.jpg

“That pregnancy will give you one angelic boy. He will be named [name_m]Kitt[/name_m] [name_m]Heath[/name_m] Burolough.”

[name_m]Kitt[/name_m] Burolough:

“Throughout your life, you will have 6 more children, {4} boy(s) and {2} girl(s): Myatt [name_u]Arlo[/name_u] Burolough; [name_m]Paul[/name_m] [name_m]Malik[/name_m] Burolough; [name_m]Jack[/name_m] Meritt Burolough; [name_m]Otto[/name_m] Zeth Burolough; [name_f]Miriam[/name_f] [name_f]Mae[/name_f] Burolough and Mirran [name_m]Way[/name_m] Burolough.”

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much knowledge, and, with your husband, be the most fulfilling part of your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to avoid your fate.

10

Your name is [name_f]Elaine[/name_f] [name_f]Plum[/name_f].

You will face never ending good fortune throughout your life.

Because of this you will be led to a great artist who, due to your beauty, will paint you in a dark woodland.

Your husband will have light brown skin and eyes of brown.

His name will be [name_u]Micah[/name_u] [name_m]Vincent[/name_m].

Your fortune will lead yiu to have children. It will take you 1.5 weeks to conceive.

The pregnancy will give you one angelic baby girl. Her name is [name_f]Nora[/name_f] [name_u]Gray[/name_u].

Throughout your life, you will have 2 more children, 1 boy and 1 girl named [name_f]Lux[/name_f] [name_f]Olive[/name_f] and [name_m]Finnegan[/name_m] [name_u]Niall[/name_u].

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you fame, and, with your husband, be the greatest part of your life.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

11

“Your name is [name_f]Arielle[/name_f] [name_f]Catheryn[/name_f].”
“You will face never-ending good fortune.”
“Because of this, you will become princess, and be taken to rule in a dark woodland, where you will meet your future husband.”
“Your husband will have deep brown skin, and eyes of hazel.”
“His name will be [name_u]Rowan[/name_u] [name_m]Laith[/name_m] [name_u]Arden[/name_u].”
“Your fortune will lead you have children. It will take 5 months to conceive.”
“That pregnancy will give you two healthy children, boys named [name_m]Phelan[/name_m] [name_m]Ezrah[/name_m] & [name_u]Finn[/name_u] [name_m]Elijah[/name_m].”
“Throughout your life, you will have 3 more children, 1 boy and 2 girls named [name_u]Ryan[/name_u] [name_m]Obadiah[/name_m], [name_f]Camille[/name_f] [name_f]Adelyn[/name_f], & [name_f]Deidre[/name_f] [name_f]Bronwen[/name_f].”
“These children will bring you much fame, and with your husband, be the most interesting part of your existence.”
“You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.”

12

“Your name is [name_f]Freya[/name_f] [name_u]Ellery[/name_u].”

“You will face extremely bad fortune throughout your life.”

“Because of this, you will lose all your prized possessions in the royal castle, where you will meet your future wife.”

“Your wife will have light brown skin, and eyes of blue.”

“Her name will be [name_f]Leonie[/name_f] [name_f]Yamilex[/name_f] [name_m]Cavanaugh[/name_m].”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you 6 tries to conceive.”

“That pregnancy will give you one sassy child, a boy.”

“Named [name_m]Yannick[/name_m] [name_m]Elijah[/name_m].”

“Throughout your life, you will have 6 more children, {2} boy(s) and {4} girl(s), named [name_u]Sorrel[/name_u] [name_m]Isaak[/name_m], [name_m]Laszlo[/name_m] [name_m]Osrick[/name_m], [name_f]Heddy[/name_f] [name_u]Wren[/name_u], [name_f]Dolly[/name_f] [name_f]Maple[/name_f], [name_f]Margaux[/name_f] [name_f]Olwyn[/name_f] and [name_f]Noemy[/name_f] [name_u]Dream[/name_u]…”

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much exhaustion, yet, with your wife, be the reason for your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

13

You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

"Your name is [name_f]Adele[/name_f] [name_f]Miriam[/name_f]

“You will face Tragic Bad [name_u]Fortune[/name_u] throughout your life.”

“Because of this, you will Be forgotten by your mother in the royal castle where you will meet your future husband.”

“Your husband will have Deep brown skin, and eyes of [name_u]Green[/name_u].”

“His name will be [name_m]Rodrigo[/name_m] [name_m]Tyrel[/name_m] [name_m]Delgado[/name_m].”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you 5 weeks to conceive.”

“That pregnancy will give you 1 Unhelpful Girl.

“Named [name_f]Donna[/name_f] [name_f]Maria[/name_f].”

“Throughout your life, you will have 2 more children, {1} boy(s) and {1} girl(s), named [name_u]Owen[/name_u] [name_m]Benjamin[/name_m] and [name_f]Natalie[/name_f] [name_u]Jem[/name_u]

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much exhaustion, and yet, with your husband, be the Least disappointing part of your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, Resigned toyour fate.

14

You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

“Your name is [name_f]Gemma[/name_f] [name_f]Beatrice[/name_f].”

“You will face never-ending good fortune throughout your life.”

“Because of this, you will become a princess and be taken to rule in a dark woodland where you will meet your future husband.”

“Your husband will have deep brown skin, and eyes of brown.”

“His name will be [name_m]Bennett[/name_m] [name_m]Clark[/name_m] Quick.”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you seven sacrifices to the gods to conceive.”

“That pregnancy will give you one magical child, a girl.”

“Named [name_f]Chrysanthemum[/name_f] [name_f]Adelaide[/name_f] Quick.”

“Throughout your life, you will have three more children, two boys and one girl, named [name_m]Hart[/name_m] [name_m]Nigel[/name_m] Quick, [name_m]Ezekiel[/name_m] [name_u]Scout[/name_u] Quick, and [name_f]Jessamyn[/name_f] [name_u]Sam[/name_u] Quick…”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

15

“Your name is Rym [name_u]Simone[/name_u].” :-?
“You will face never-ending good fortune throughout your life.” :stuck_out_tongue:
“Because of this, you will find a great treasure on a dark woodland, where you will meet your future husband.” :eek:
“Your husband will have olive skin, and eyes of gold.” <3
“His name will be Benoît Cecil Anuk.”
“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you 7 years to conceive.” :shock:
“That pregnancy will give you one healthy child, a girl named Rym Elinam.” :slight_smile:
“Throughout your life, you will have 3 more children, 2 girls and 1 boy, named Signe Pax, Iselin Mae and Arlo Mo.” :cool:
“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much pride, and, with your husband, be the reason for your existence.” :smile:

16

You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

“Your name is [name_f]Ariana[/name_f] [name_u]Sage[/name_u].”

“You will face never-ending good fortune throughout your life.”

“Because of this, you will overcome your greatest fear in a foreign land, where you will meet your future husband.”

“Your husband will have light brown skin, and eyes of blue.”

“His name will be [name_m]Rico[/name_m] [name_u]Michael[/name_u] Kragen.”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you a week and a half to conceive.”

“That pregnancy will give you one beautiful child, a girl.”

“Named [name_u]Vivian[/name_u] [name_f]Maeby[/name_f] Kragen.”

“Throughout your life, you will have six more children, 2 boys and 4 girls, named [name_f]Elsa[/name_f] [name_u]Phoenix[/name_u], [name_f]Maeve[/name_f] [name_f]Hermione[/name_f], [name_f]Luna[/name_f] Eilonwy, [name_f]Calista[/name_f] [name_f]Lily[/name_f], [name_u]August[/name_u] [name_m]Matteo[/name_m], and [name_m]Apollo[/name_m] [name_m]Gabriel[/name_m].”

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much happiness, and, with your husband, be the reason for your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

17

You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

“Your name is [name_f]Elsie[/name_f] [name_f]Lux[/name_f] [name_m]Beauchamp[/name_m].”

“You will face no bad fortune throughout your life.”

“Because of this, you will be led to a great artist who, due to your beauty, will paint you in a mossy meadow, where you will meet your future husband.”

“Your husband will have olive skin, and eyes of hazel.”

“His name will be [name_u]Kayden[/name_u] [name_m]Lancelot[/name_m] Blackwood.”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you 6 days to conceive.”

“That pregnancy will give you two angelic childrens, two girls.”

“Named [name_f]Ynez[/name_f] [name_f]Mackenzy[/name_f] Blackwood and [name_u]Lennox[/name_u] Rox Blackwood.”

“Throughout your life, you will have 6 more children, 5 boys and 1 girl, named [name_u]Theo[/name_u] [name_m]Franco[/name_m] Blackwood, [name_m]Austin[/name_m] [name_m]Ivo[/name_m] Blackwood, [name_m]Marco[/name_m] [name_m]Castiel[/name_m] Blackwood, [name_f]Natalie[/name_f] [name_u]Theroux[/name_u] Blackwood, Blackwood and [name_m]Matt[/name_m] [name_m]Finnian[/name_m] Blackwood and [name_m]Romeo[/name_m] [name_m]Jett[/name_m] Blackwood”

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much fame, and, with your husband, be the greatest part of your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

18

You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes.

“Your name is [name_f]Rhia[/name_f] [name_f]Lilium[/name_f].”

“You will face infectious good fortune throughout your life.”

“Because of this, you will be led to a great artist who, due to your beauty, will paint you in… the royal castle, where you will meet your future husband.”

“Your husband will have reddish-brown skin, and eyes of green.”

“His name will be [name_m]Damien[/name_m] [name_m]Jack[/name_m] [name_m]Walsh[/name_m].”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you 1.5 tries to conceive.”

“That pregnancy will give you one peaceful child, a girl.”

“Named [name_u]Everly[/name_u] [name_u]Rex[/name_u].”

“Throughout your life, you will have 3 more children, {2} boy(s) and {1} girl(s), named [name_m]Brock[/name_m] [name_m]Albert[/name_m] , [name_u]Tait[/name_u] [name_m]Samuel[/name_m] & [name_f]Jacee[/name_f] [name_f]Adelaide[/name_f] ”

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much pride, and , with your husband, be the joy of your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to pursue your fate.

19

You walk through the cold, dark woods - lost and unsure how you got there. The trees are gnarled and bare, creaking at the stiff wind that brings chills down your back. You gather your cloak around you and push forward, with only the light of the moon to guide you. Brushes and thickets crowd your path, and you feel like something is following you. You turn! But… nothing - and no one - is there. You continue on, following a little light that appears to your left, beckoning you.

At last, you reach the light - a flame burning on a thin, dripping candle in front of a worn wooden shack. You hesitate, not sure if you should run or knock to seek for help. Before you can decide, the door flies open! Standing in front of you is a young woman, pale as milk with raven hair. Purple and black cloths drape her small frame, and her nails are long and pointed.

“Come in,” she says in a low voice, and you follow by what feels like no will of your own. Inside, the walls are covered in hanging tapestries and crystals. A small circular table with tarot cards and a swirling crystal ball sit ominously in the middle of the floor. You enter, watching the shadows of the fire dance across the room. The woman sits at the table, motioning for you to sit across her.

“You are here to hear your fortune.” There was no question in her voice, and your throat tightens. She hovers her hand over the crystal ball. Your eyes widen as it lifts off the table, spinning and glowing. An image becomes visible and you lean in. You gasp as you realize the image is of you, walking in the woods.

“Let us begin,” the woman breathes

“Your name is [name_f]Anya[/name_f] Yvie. You will face tragic bad fortune throughout your life”

Because of this, you will be captured by bandits in a hostile land where you will meet your future husband.”

Your husband will have light brown skin, and eyes of hazel_.”

“His name will be [name_m]Hawk[/name_m] [name_m]Solomon[/name_m] [name_u]Brook[/name_u]”

“Your fortune will lead you to have children. It will take you 5 years to conceive.”

“That pregnancy will give you one unhelpful daughter named ”

“Throughout your life, you will have 2 more daughters named

“These children,” concluded the gypsy woman, “will bring you much sickness, yet with your husband, be the most fulfilling part of your existence.”

Your fortune over, you sit back in the chair, tears glistening in your eyes. She stands, opening the door to usher you out. Your movements are almost involuntary, but exiting the decrepit hut through the haze of your fortune, you realize you are now in front of your home. You tense your shoulders and take a deep breath, knowing in your heart what the fortune teller said was true. You run inside and pack your things, desperate to avoid your fate.

20

My name is [name_u]Quinn[/name_u] [name_f]Una[/name_f] [name_u]Madigan[/name_u].
I will face extremely good fortune throughout my life. I will overcome my greatest fear in a hostile land, and through this I will meet my future wife. She will have reddish-brown skin and golden eyes. Her name will be [name_f]Safiyah[/name_f] [name_f]Beth[/name_f] [name_u]Isak[/name_u]. I will have a children. It will take me tries to conceive. I will have one angelic daughter. Her name will be [name_f]Adalyn[/name_f] [name_f]Lily[/name_f] [name_u]Isak[/name_u]-[name_u]Madigan[/name_u]. After that, I will have three more children. The second will be a peaceful boy named [name_u]Jett[/name_u] [name_m]Canaan[/name_m] [name_u]Isak[/name_u]-[name_u]Madigan[/name_u]. The third will be a magical boy named [name_m]Saul[/name_m] [name_u]Niall[/name_u] [name_u]Isak[/name_u]-[name_u]Madigan[/name_u]. The fourth will be a royal girl named [name_f]Desiree[/name_f] [name_f]Ana[/name_f] [name_u]Isak[/name_u]-[name_u]Madigan[/name_u]. These children will bring me happiness and riches, and they will be the joy of my existence. I am desperate to pursue my fate.