The realization of the map sinks into your soul and you look around the room more intently, running from one place to another, scanning the room as fast and as efficiently as you can. You had been keeping out of the details of the crew's quest, so you hadn't seen anything they had brought back before, but you find what you're looking for.
The massive stone cube, the one they had described to you before – completely indestructible. Words carved deep into the surface that nearly made your legs buckle.
"Oooooh." Your head swims at the implications and you teeter a bit before Chopper steadies you.
"You can read it?" Zoro asks.
You nod. "It's the language of winter magic. Not of the duchy, not of the kingdom, of the actual magic." You take in a breath and let it out shakily. "We learn to use magic by doing, much like you learn to master haki, but winter magic speaks to you. In dreams and words, in emotions and symbols. It's formless and completely set in stone."
"That... doesn't make sense." Sanji admits.
"You're right. No one sees winter magic's language the same way, that's why you can't teach it by study, like wizards do for other magic. You can't commit it to paper, because no one comprehends it the same way. But once you see the language of winter magic for yourself, it does not change."
"Miss (Y/N), are you saying -."
"I'm the only native speaker of this language. At least as far as I know." You slump to your knees and look up at the stone cube. You read it in silence for a moment and feel your stomach knot. "It's a prophecy. It's ... talking about me."
"Huh?" Several voices make the noise at the same time as the group looks at you.
Breathing in deep, you begin to read. You can feel your emotions draining right out of you.
"This language will draw into this world one born who can read these when the time is right." You recite. "I imagine all of these start this way. It goes on, 'The magic of winter speaks to each of us differently, but one will be born who reads as I do, and they will decide with whom to stand, and virtue of their decision shall the piece of the one be found. Because I have placed upon this item the timeless heart of winter'."
Your shoulders slump. You were dragged into this world to be a compass, because someone from your world decided to protect this place some however many centuries ago. You weren't entirely sure how to feel about it all, but now you had a real predicament.
How could you leave now?
You were the sole being able to read the language. You were the only person on this world who could detect winter magic. If a chance for you to go back home happens before you can help Luffy, what are you going to do? If news of what you're capable of spreads across this world, you'll be in immense danger. There are people far beyond Luffy's crew who are looking for this item, and you're already well-aware that Luffy and his crew's kindness is not the standard for this world.
What if you have another prophecy and admit to your ability against your will? It's bad enough that your words basically turned into prophecy in the port town. Even if the ex-marine kept his mouth shut, the town was full of people, and some of those people wouldn't know how dangerous it was to speak about the event.
You just want to stay in this cave for the rest of your life.
"You... can find the One Piece?" Zoro questions and you nod.
"According to the big indestructible block, yes." You reply sardonically.
"Does it say why you've been prophesizing?" Sanji asks.
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Thrice Prophesized - Zoro x Reader
FanfictionHeaving in a breath you sit up in bed. It feels like you had just pulled yourself up from the bottom of the ocean and you're panting trying to pull air into your lungs. A strange sensation tickles at you, and you look over, locking eyes with a small...
