Prologue: Oracle

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"I feel something, I feel something Nathalie, I feel a prophecy, I feel a sense of dread for your daughter." Oracle whispered, her pale face glowing softly by the dancing flames,

"What is it, Oracle?" I asked, my eyes growing wide with dread,

"I-I feel- Nathalie! The prophecy is coming! I- You-"

"It's alright Oracle, Let it come." I told her, and her eyes glowed and her voice changed to a low hiss, ominous and mysterious.

"When shadows claim the crimson sky,

And stars grow pale, too weak to spy,

Pandor seeks the sacred light,

The Moonstone's glow, the end of night.

In chains of dusk, a captive weeps,

Her sorrow bound in darkness deep.

Yet one shall rise where none will go,

To guard the stone and face the foe.

Across the land where shadows creep,

A clash shall wake from iron sleep.

Only when courage meets despair,

Shall Pandor's grasp dissolve to air.

The light restored, the stone reclaimed,

And freedom's song no more enchained" I shivered at the bone chilling prophecy, Oracle fell to the ground, clutching her head in her pale bony hands. 

"Oracle! Are you alright?" I asked worriedly, but my fussing was interrupted by the shrill, grieved wail Oracle let out, she shrieked her agony to the moon shining high above us. I took a step back when I heard the terrible sound. "Oracle! It's alright! You're okay!" I yelled, Oracle looked up at me, her face streaked with tears,

"Oracle, is this prophecy saying my daughter is going to die? Is she the captive?" I asked, suddenly feeling my eyes grow wet,

"I don't know! She could- She could die! I don't know what these prophecies mean! They're CRYPTIC FOR A REASON!" She snapped at me, "You must never tell her about this, understand, Nathalie?" Oracle ordered, I nodded. "You must never tell her this, for she may die at the hands of Pandor."

Small note: The prophecy was made by AI, I do not claim it as mine.

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