The Grim(m) Oracles

Second Sight

"What do you mean by war?" Weiss asked in a nonchalant tone.

She can't be serious.

"The war is called Ragnarök, now," Aphrodite held up her hand. "Let's take this one step at a time. Shall we, Dear?"

Now she wants to take this slowly.

"War..." Aphrodite shook her head. "Is a terrible thing, do you agree?"

"Of course," Weiss replied.

"At least you two can agree on something..." Eis muttered.

The two glared at Weiss' father for that unnecessary comment.

"There is an oracle, so the Gods have spent time preparing." Aphrodite informed.

"And what is this prophecy?" Weiss asked.

Aphrodite crossed her arms. "Like I said, war, Dear. The enemy is a far more difficult one for just the Gods to take on."

"Just the Gods?" Weiss huffed, "Oh, I'm sorry, in case you forgot, you are GODS!"

Not just God... Gods... At least from what she claims.

Aphrodite was being patient with her daughter. "The enemy is Circe and the Grimm."

Circe? We learned a little about her in my class.

"Circe does not seem that powerful," Weiss stated. "She's just a sorceress with magic."

"Good, you know about her." Aphrodite deadpanned in a lyrical voice. "We need you to help us." She paused, "We came to you for help because you're the only demigod in existence."

"I am still just a small soul," Weiss pointed out. "I can't possibly be of that much help."

"Exactly! You are catching on..." Aphrodite cheered. "You are in charge of picking the elements. As I said earlier, each person receives an element or special power."

Weiss raised an eyebrow, "So you want me to pick people who fit the part?"

Aphrodite nodded, "You have two years to find people - friends - who will help us defeat Circe. The exact date according to the prophecy is August seventh."

TWO YEARS?!

Aphrodite noticed Weiss' conflicted expression, "The other Gods have agreed with me when I say, you can do it."

Great, even more pressure on my shoulders. First school, now this!