Oath

A Seer's Call

Of sapphire and turquoise,

It's of a vague realm that pieces those two together,

Divided by a lesion of wretched ilk if so,

The Green oldens, the rains into droughts,

The skies of pure blue to plum red.

Of a bond sealed by two entities,

One must go to Oblivion of no return.

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 The brunette woke up to a start in the middle of the night, legs sprawled out and about in her bed from the vague dream—or was it vision? The voice was of that to a maternal mother cooing to her child with a lullaby, serene and calm. It was in no way within Etsera’s vocal range, of which had a twinge of mischief youth, but still.

 Even with the fans on blast, she broke out in cold sweat while heaving. Whatever it was, vision or not, it now holds significance to her. She inhaled and exhaled, taking a few seconds of breath before going back to sleep.

Though the cyan hue that illuminated her room irritated her.

 It wasn't from her phone, considering how it's in one of the drawers and charging. Janet got up to check on Priscilla before passing the nightstand that had a mirror intact to it. The cerulean light wasn't coming from anywhere but it was coming from her own eyes. Her once light blue eyes were saturated in neon blue, along with the sclera.

“What in the hell?!”

 She wanted to scream but considering how moonlight beamed through her windows, she couldn't. Priscilla was asleep, Uncle Lucas was probably back home, and all these contributing variables of her anxiety to not scream just kept piling up. She blinked once, twice, yet the beams didn't leave.

It was as if she was possessed by an entity, yet her sanity was still intact.

 She slouched back onto her bed, nearing the edge of panic as trying to realize what sweet hell she's gotten herself into. This wasn't supposed to happen—!!

Rest, my child, spoke the voice.

 A hand ghosts upon her shoulders, a yelp falling from her lips as it did so. It felt cool, slick and scaled within the palms. Janet’s paranoia couldn't let her rest despite what the disembodied voice demanded her to do. Yet again, she resumed with her breathing exercise, counting to ten slowly, wincing her eyes shut.

 Etsera wasn't here; Priscilla wasn't here; her mother wasn't here. Tears pricked at her eyes while she curled up into a ball in her bed, sniffling.

She truly did feel lonely in a world so lonesome.

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With thy beck and call, victor is a valorous feat,

A feat like no other but the pits of another,

A fight destined but a fight that was never meant to be.

The Light Server will be reborn anew,

Anew into the terrains of familiarity,

however with a seasoning of vengeance,

Yet, this vengeance will be her rise—and fall.

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 A deep breath escaped from her lungs as the vision faded to black. Goosebumps were scattered all about on her skin after the dream. Janet stares at herself into the mirror to see the glowing cyan eyes—and thus, they weren't there.