The Light Of My Death // The Oracle Series: Book 1

•Chapter 1•

^Picture of Ora^

QLD, Australia - 2018 CE

Ora's life wasn't difficult.
She was born, had two wonderful fathers to raise her and had a fairly great childhood. Ora concluded that if her fathers had enough money to take a baby from one country and throw it into another one they were bound to be well off in the cash department.
Ora goes to a good university, majors in Palaeontology, collects crystals in her down time and spends all of her money on food for her cat, Pepper. Ora was comfortable where she was and so was her cat.

Her love life wasn't so bad either compared to the ones on T.V. If she didn't feel compelled to make out with a balloon then she was perfectly fine with the idea of being single and stalking a poor book keeper out of obsession for one year.
It wasn't her fault she was bad at confrontation. Her last and only relationship was with a lesbian punk rocker named Sheryl and Ora just really wasn't sure on how to approach guys in that way yet.

Ora sighed and closed the massive textbook with a THUMP that made the librarian look over at her and roll her eyes.
Yeah you sip that coffee, Barbara.
Ora thought to herself sarcastically as she got up and walked past the librarians desk, watching her sip her coffee from a mug that had a Star Wars pun on it.
Once outside, Ora slugged her black satchel over her shoulder and took off down the street and away from the stress of campus.

One good thing about not having long straight hair is that it doesn't go in your face as much. Ora made sure she never took her short black curls for granted ever, fluffing them up whenever she could.
The bottom of Ora's yellow and blue romper sashayed in the wind as Ora began the descent of the hill towards the café.. directly opposite the book shop.
I wonder if he's working today? Ora thought to herself as she reached the bottom of the hill and sat down at her favourite and most secluded table just outside the café doors.

Ora was looking at the menu and was about to pick up her phone to call her friend, Faith, when a gust of wind almost ripped her from her seat and made her look up towards the book shop.
Just as she did, the book keeper stepped behind the counter and was scanning away books before looking up as well. Towards the café. And directly into Ora's eyes.
Ora hurriedly looked down and put the menu up in front of her face in an attempt at blocking his stare, though, Ora swore she could still feel his gaze penetrating through the menu for at least 5 seconds after.

Why? Why did I do that? I'm such a bloody weirdo, ugh.
A few moments later and Ora slowly put down the menu, feeling strange about what just occurred. In the entire year that she's been obsessing over him she has never once felt a pull like that. It was as if something had wanted, no, needed her to go up to him and kiss him to no end.
He's certainly never looked at her like that either.
Ora got up from her chair and began walking home to her apartment, feeling shaky and put off from today's good vibes she woke up to feeling this morning. "Today's gonna be a good day, Pepper." She had said, yawning and looking over at her cat who was asleep, upside down against the bed head beside her.

Ora reached the end of the street and stopped. This doesn't mean the good vibes should end. So, it was a bad moment, so what? The day isn't over yet.
At that, Ora turned around and walked up and across the street towards the bookshop. Once inside, she quietly made her way to the dinosaur section, looking for books on fossils from the 1500's. She then went to the spiritual section and selected two books on crystal and chakra comparisons, thinking it might be worth the read.
Ora got to the counter, put the three books down and looked up at the man, glancing at his name tag in the process.
Michael. Hm.
Ora thought his name would be more unique, more theatrical. But no, Michael would have to do.

Michael looked down at her, her height of 5,5 crumbling under his 5,11 stature. His sharp jaw line, symmetrical features, bright green eyes and his high cheekbones that didn't interfere with his ruggedness really made his height seem more sexy than it needed to be. He had a mole on the right side of his mouth and long brown hair that was always slicked back whenever she saw him.

He smiled once he looked down to pick up the books to scan, making Ora want to smile 10 times more.
"Quite a unique selection you have here." He said looking at her, a glint of humour in his eyes. His smile began to fall as he stared more and more into her eyes, making Ora squirm where she stood.
"Wh-what's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Ora squeaked, wiping at her mouth and nose nervously with the sleeve of her romper.

"N-no, no. There's.. nothing wrong with.." Michael shook his head slowly, an expression of awe on his face.
"It's just. You're eyes. They're.." The poor guy was gaping like a fish out of water.
It was normal, Ora got that all the time. She had what google calls Heterochromia, or "different coloured eye syndrome". One eye was a really bright crystal blue and the other was a deep rusty brown colour. She got compliments on it all the time which is what she assumed Michael was doing until he slammed the books down and told her to leave.

"I think you have all you're looking for?" He said hurriedly, as if to rush her from the shop with just his breath and the carbon dioxide he was making.
"I-um y-yes I-"
"Good." He said giving the books a push towards me. "Have a nice day."
Ora frowned and picked up the books, turning around and walking towards the door.
Yeah after what just happened it'll be an amazing day, mate. Ora thought angrily, shoving the books into her satchel and heading back down the street.

• • •

Michael was shaken.
In all of his 1500 years, he had been witness to three reincarnations of his village leader, Orána. Michael wasn't bothered by it, people were reincarnated all the time. He knew she was the fourth and he's known ever since he saw her pretending not to see him over half a year ago. But this one was different. None of the others had her eyes, or eye in this case. They've always had either brown or green.
The blue was unmistakable.

Admittedly, Michael was frightened for the first time in a long time and because he didn't know how to deal with the emotion he pushed her away.
But it was for the best.
Michael reassured himself that it was just an upturned gene. It was nothing to be worried over.
Orána was dead and no one ever came back with the same soul, only the same body.
Not in Michaels lifetime anyway.

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