The Story of the Gypsy Prophetess

The seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, Zora Fitzgerald was born into this world at the stroke of midnight on All Hallow’s Eve in the year 1866.  The secret love child of a Romanian Count and an Irish maidservant named Lillian; she was quickly taken from her Mother and swept away by her aunt, a traveling Gypsy named Isabelle.

As part of a Victorian freak show ‘Barnum’s carnival of the Strange’, which was winding its way through Europe, Isabelle read tea leaves for those who were of an inquisitive mind and crossed her palm with silver.  As Zora grew up, accompanying her infamous Aunt Isabelle wherever the show went, her own ‘second sight’ developed.  Voices whispered softly to her in the night, and the pictures on her Aunt’s faded Tarot cards, which had once meant nothing to her, became clear…

One moonlit evening, after the show had all but finished, and Zora was undertaking her usual menial task of collecting discarded show tickets from the mud, a cloaked stranger, who had been observing her from afar, approached and held out his hand.  Upon his finger a ruby ring, as red as blood, glinted in the clear night sky…  “I am the messenger of the Sultan of Kaznakesh, and you are to be his Prophetess” And so, before the night was out, Zora was gone, whisked away by a handsome stranger on the back of a mighty steed.

Named ‘child of the setting sun’ by the Sultan, Zora’s powers grew ever stronger.  Each evening she would be summoned to his chamber, where he would cast questions into her Cauldron of Foresight and ask her to stare into the Orb of Radiance.  For a time she was content, saving her ‘gifts’ from the Sultan in a secret purse, but soon she became restless.  A vision in the Orb one night showed her that fame and fortune were hers for the taking, and that her destiny lay in London.  Zora set her sights on the West End stage, where Mediums were selling out theatres every night.  She wanted her piece of the action…

In October 1908 a tall woman of bohemian appearance stood at a newsstand on the corner of Drury Lane, London.  She was staring at a newspaper headline daubed across a placard which read ‘Strange Disappearance of Arabian Sultan – Investigation Yields No Clues’.  Behind her, above the entrance to the Theatre Royal, a name shone brightly in pink lights ‘Madame Zora – Psychic Medium – Live Tonight’.

The woman turned away, smiled to herself, and walked into the autumn mist…

NOTE: ‘Madame Zora’ is a themed fictional character played by a real psychic medium.  Your reading will not be fictional!