Snippet #1299757

((Oops, sorry for the late response. PC monitor is shot XP))

"M... me?" Nyomi mumbled, hearing the girl beside her she had been revived from a daze, shocked at how fast the time seemed to slip by before her name having been reached. Even though she was aware it was pretty far up there on the roster... When did the ceremony even start? She thought to herself. She must have been so nervous that she really didn't take notice.

Slowly, she rose from her seat, glancing around nervously as she took those crucial first steps towards the front. Those crucial steps as she was approaching what would be her future. But as more and more of the students were left behind her, and she could no longer see their gazes, she started to gain more confidence. She just wanted to walk briskly to get it over with.

Before she knew it, she was already standing at the front, staring at that long table with all those unfamiliar faces. With the Futuran in front of her, the only thing she could think to do was smile politely. And try to stay calm as her heart pounded against her ribcage, of course.

"Nyomi Belfast," the Futuran said, her eyes slightly creased (as a cat's usually is), her tale swooped back and forth across the table. The purr in her voice seemed calming enough, and Nyomi exhaled a breath she had been holding. There was nothing to be worried about. The Futuran seemed caring and friendly... for a cat. She waited for her to continue. "I hear you've spent a great deal of time out on the sea, your whole life actually. Your future will not be much different. You will continue sailing the seas, traveling around the world. You will captain your own ship, as a pirate my dear." The Futuran could tell the girl was taken aback by this. No one wanted to hear that their future would consist of the life of a criminal. A lowlife usually looked down upon by society. But the cat smiled, assured that she had nothing to worry about. She could feel it and see it. "Although this is your future, how you get there and what you make of it are entirely up to you Nyomi. I won't tell you exactly how your story ends. But be assured, you won't leave this world unknown. Like everyone else you, pirate or not, will leave your mark behind. I promise... you will not regret yours. You may return to your seat now."

And that's what Nyomi did. She turned around and went back to her seat, quietly contemplating in her mind how this was possible. It didn't make any sense. She couldn't be a pirate. She had seen them before. They were slimy, dirty, decietful, and violent. That couldn't be her future... Something had to be wrong... But she didn't say that aloud. She sat down in her chair, keeping her thoughts to herself. The Futuran was never supposed to be wrong. Why would there be an exception for her?