The Oracle.

                    Leona woke with a start. Her hands felt clammy, her heart was racing and her forehead was wet. She forced herself to calm down.  She reasoned her brain  that the images she had seen were just dreams, and to relax. After she had controlled her panic, she focused on her surroundings.  All was well. Her knife lay on her stump untouched, her blowdart still attached to her hip, and her rose-petal-duvet was lying on the floor, torn.  All was well. Outside her bunk, huge green leaves sheltered her from the rain, though tonight only guarded her from the moon. She got out of bed and  strolled out of her room.

                     All the other elves were sleeping.  Light snores could be heard at a variety of different pitches and volumes. Above her, her friend Jay snored the loudest. He slept like a rock most nights, tonight being no different. Beneath Leona lay Hannah, the only other elf awake. Hannah was an insomniac. After years of tossing and turning, she gave up trying to sleep and whisteled for hours on end. Over time, she became known as 'Song'.  She took the nickname in her stride, and had perfected herself to suit it. Her laugh became a tinkle, her words became a rhyme. She even got a tattoo of a treble clef on her left shoulder-blade. She now spent her days trying to figure out new ways to stretch and strengthen her whistling ability.

                     Far beneath  Leona, a mouse scurried. She smiled as the grass whispered around it. They were sweet creatures. A trained one allowed an elf to ride it, but few elves were that skilled.  Currently,  Jay was working on producing a saddle. It was a good idea, but seeing as none of his inventions worked, it was viewed with scepticism

                  Leona herself was an oddity. Her dreams,  like the one she had earlier on in the night, had a strong tendency to come true.  She had seen people die in her sleep, and was usually forced to relive it several days later. At eight, her mother died of a heart attack. At twelve, her father was trampled by a rabbit. She expected both, but still was appalled when they happened. Her powers came to light when she warned the blacksmith of his demise. He bragged about himself and ridiculed her,  only to fall into his forge four days later. People stayed away from her afterwards- Leona was forever terrified she would have a dream about Song or Jay. She never had so far- though would force herself to forget if she had.

                        She turned back towards her bunk, only to find Song standing there.

"Holy shit! You scared me! "

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

"That's just what you say."

"It was a dream."

"About?"

"You will tell everyone."

"Don't make me pout."

Do you have to rhyme?"

"It makes life more fun."

"It's annoying. "

"I'm second to none. "

"It was the prince."

"Which ?"

"Soregon."

He is the biggest -"

"We are not telling anyone."

Song groaned, she hated keeping secrets, but saw Leona had her mind made up. She said her goodnights and told Leona to get some sleep.

                Leona got back into her bed and pulled the torn petal over her. She made a mental note to fix it tomorrow. Her mind was alert after her nightmare, so she paced around the bunk. She went over to a part of the wall where a bunch of names were inscribed. She added the prince's name, Zach, to the list. She realised she was not going to sleep, so instead listened to Song's whistle.  After four listens, she harmonised. That's when she realised- maybe insomnia is not such a bad thing after all.

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