In a world full of ordinary, Valarie Perone didn't expect to be any different.
However, witnessing a strange and brutal murder at the age of eighteen catapulted her into the world of the unknown. A reality that could fracture the simplest of...
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HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO
There was a full moon that day, marking the traditional gathering of all lycans across the realm. Rumbling roars and growls from powerful wolves shattered through the palace's courtyard promising nothing but destruction to the kingdom's enemies. The peaceful gatherings no longer occurred since the war among the supernatural began which had been going on for years.
The king of lycans sat on his throne void of emotion. No more were the warming greetings and socialization he had among his subjects. All that was gone due to the death of his mate and the burden of raising his son on his own.
"Death to all others," a soldier shouted, "The rest are parasites ruining the supernatural. Depleting ourselves with the magic that made us superior. It's time to fight and claim the power that was rightfully ours and preserve our bloodlines!"
The mass crowd howled in agreement. Fear had sprung among all territories since the beginnings of The Drought emerged centuries ago.
It all began when the magical essence that maintained their borders to their nations started to slowly diminish. Mates are no longer able to recognize each other. There are even rare occasions of offspring being born pure mundane; a difficult challenge for those who had to survive and live among the supernatural.
"I quite disagree," a soft feminine voice stood out amongst the crowd that seemingly quieted the rest.
"Who goes there?" The king slowly responded. This startled many people amongst the crowd. They haven't heard him speak directly to his people in over a year. "Do you dare to defy the throne?"
The crowd parted like the Red Sea making way for this pixie-like woman. She was young, small and thin yet there was something about her presence that resonated wisdom and power. The unmated couldn't help but admire her elegant beauty.
"I do not, your highness," she answered while removing the hood of her cloak from her head to properly bow.
The king frowned immediately when he was able to properly see her. "You're not a Were," he stated. "And yet, you risk coming to my land?" He seemed more curious than angry.
"Yes," she said, "I'm not like any other supernatural nor am I mortal." She looked straight into the king's eyes with her head held high. Something that rarely happens in the world of the lycans. "They call me Oracle. I am here to deliver a message."
"Oracle?" he was unconvinced. "There are no oracles that would ever tangle in affairs that are not their own."
"I am not engaging in your disputes, your majesty. I'm simply providing some critical knowledge that every supernatural being should have," she declared, "This war is meaningless. It will not solve what you desire."
Negative remarks echoed all around the courtyard disagreeing with the oracle. The king chuckled dryly.
The crowd didn't seem to faze her. "During your son's reign," she said, "A girl will emerge from the mortal world that will ease tension between all supernatural kind. She's all of us and we're none of her. She will restore what is lost."
