Madam Tamarah

I am Madam Tamara, the one & only immortal fortune-teller. I do not die. I do not multiply. I invade bodies. Beware! I might snatch your body next!

I am the middle daughter of a middle daughter of a middle daughter. On the middle month and during the middle of the day of the year of 1492, I came head-first, out of the womb, and into this wanton world as the immortal, Madam Tamarah Bhadrika. My last name, Bhadrika, means woman with good fortune.

How do I get my predictions? It is magically written for me. Strawberry juice is my ink and bat wings are my paper (save trees). A Raven bird tweets the message to me. Forget those liars: the crystal ball and the tarot cards! Come to me!

PROLOGUE
Picture it. 1809. January 19. Boston. It was “many and many a year ago in this kingdom by the sea, there was a maiden by the name of Annabel Lee” (Poe), and she was my next victim. I needed a body, dark yet fresh, in order to carry on as Madame Tamarah. She was perfect.

My vision begins! Red ink began to fill up my bat wings. Then, Raven's voice came out of the wind, "chilling" me. Raven read the message. The message said, "Don't get too high on yourself. You are not the only transformation. In the year 2019, the story "Temporary M." will be transformed into a film. But first, a young lady named Ligeia will write a proposal for a film adaptation. It will be the year 2014." Then, my bat leaves filled with more ink. It was not a message. It was not nonsense. It was Ligeia's film adaptation proposal.

This was so powerful I had to share it . . . I sealed the ink-stained bat leaves in a bottle and threw it out to sea. In the year 2014, a child, Harry Potter, will find the bottle, read the proposal, and share it with the rest of the mortal beings. What he doesn't know is that he wil become my next victim.

Always beware…your body may be my next victim…