Orianna's P.O.V.
Huh...? What the hell is this? I looked around, and it was completely dark. I was floating, and had to right myself as I nearly fell backwards. A light glowed before me, a soft yellow, with some slight pink and blue parts. Then, a shape appeared out of it.
"H-hello?"
Hello, Orianna?
It sounded like a question. I nodded. The shape, started looking like a bird.
I'm here to look after you.
"Do I, really, need looking after?"
Yes. Why, you're unconscious right now.
"How did that happen...?" My head was fuzzy, I was having trouble remembering things I should know.
You duelled Yuma. You made it a draw, and I couldn't help you then. But I can now. You just need to let me take hold, and all will be well.
"No... But, I have a mission. I, have to fulfil my mission"
Don't worry. You're mission will be fulfilled, I promise. Like I said, I can help you...
The voice sounded so soothing, like a melody of a lullaby. It was hard to believe that what it was saying wasn't true.
"A-all right.... I, I trust you. Thank you, Fortune Tune."
Call me Fort.
Everything went black again, and I fell into the darkness once more.
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The Eighth Emperor
FanfictionShark's life has been thrown out of balance. Is he Human, or Barian? And who is this Oracle he has heard about?
