Sisters of Eden

Prologue: Oracle's Tell

"The time is here, Loanne." Said the old woman as she sat down on the rug. She looked young through her wrinkles, but it was her purple eyes that truly marked her with quality of youth. Her attire was simple. A white robe covering her from the neck to her toes, with a single purple thread woven around her waist and tied in a simple knot in the back. The attire of an Uniditri, the oracles of Eden.

A young boy sat next to the woman, his icy, stone grey eyes staring at the Uniditri, who had raised him, expressionlessly. He knew the woman's time was up, and that she would give her last prophecy here on the high tower of Union Castle.

"She shall come from one of the Sister's of Eden, Loanne." The old woman said as she wavered slightly. "A woman, who is far too old and is yet young, shall be brought into Eden. She will be... Deadly. Her voice will mark her with bravery, but will tremble with fear. Her fighting skills will be...eloquent to the naked eye, yet fearful in your own."

The old woman's breath slowed down as she entered her trance further. "I see her. She will deceive you, Loanne. You will deceive her as well. I can't tell you much else besides this: you will forget my prophecy, but it will not forget you."

Loanne closed his eyes and put his small hands around the old woman's temples, looking into her mind to see what she saw; a skill the uniditri taught him at a young age. There, he saw her; Young, pristine, but blurred. Loanne knew his Uniditri was purposely blurring the image of the young woman, it would be considered treason, and his next action would go unpunished.

"Loanne, she will change everything. She will carry the child of a pure. She...a mudded. She will cause Eden to fall out of its mock glory, and her son will take your place, and you will live or you will die." The old woman sighed.

Loanne had heard enough of the old woman. "You have served me well, Dianne, but it's time to go." Was all he muttered before he quickly dropped his hands to her cheeks and viciously turned her head around. A loud, wet crack sounded from her neck. After letting go, the old woman's body dropped to the floor, purple leaking from her eyes like blood.

"Hmm?" Loanne wondered at the liquid. Had her iris leaked from her eyes at death? Suddenly, the liquid shot up into the sky, and hit the sun, turning it the same Colour. Even here, away from either sister of Eden, Loanne heard the cry of a newborn. A newborn from Samar. The end of the pures, signaled by the purple sun, had begun, and the beginning of the mudded taking claim to their land, like a war cry, was signaled with the infants screech of terror at the uncomfortable event of birth.