THE ORACLE: Queen of Rogues

Flower [11]

My little flower, that's what my father used to call me. All the time, around the house, in public, anywhere, I was his little flower. My mother didnt like enderments much. She used to call me by my name, "Violet, get over here!" It was her favorite phrase. I was too young to know that I was showing early signs of an Oracle. I often thought I was daydreaming. I saw a large man push a smaller man into the aisle, making some boxes of cereal fall. When I wondered off and saw the scene play out as it had in my head, I paid no attention. My mother would call for me, "Violet, get over here!"

I think my mother knew before I did. She always had her head in a book, mostly books about myths and rarities. I guess she was reading about me. I wish I could ask her if she knew.

When I think of my mother and father, the first thing that comes into my head isnt the time we baked cookies and laughed, it's when I saw then get murdered by a group of rogues.

Rogues.

Kreed is a rogue. His whole pack are rogues. I am a rogue now. I dont fear Kreed nor his pack. I know he wont hurt me. I still fear those rogues who attacked my family and were never caught. The leader of the group was large, with brown matted fur and splotches of blood. The blood of my parents.

I move out of my seat and grab the salt, making a circle on the ground. I place an empty bowl at the center. I have all my ingredients; the herbs, the crystals, and the stones. I pick up the small dagger, slicing my palm, letting my blood seep into the bowl. I grab three different herbs and grind them with my blood. I place the stone where the moonlight can gleam onto it. My fingers dip into the bowl, putting the mixture onto the temples of my head.

Azara metrio cintuu. Dius de Luna. I chant in my head.

I picture that brown, ugly wolf.

I feel the heat start to prickle at my skin. My skull feels as if its crushing my brain. It's working.

The brown wolf jumps over the bush, hiding behind the large trunk of the old tree. Its squats low, watching its prey; a deer. The brown beast has a wolfy grin as it leaps out to kill its prey. The snap of the deer's neck echoes into the dark forest.

"We have to go! He's here!" A skinny, black wolf cries

The brown beast turns to its companion, running towards the black wolf, and leaving the dead deer behind.

White.

I suck in a large breath of air. I feel my heart stammering in my chest as the beads of sweat are trickling from my face, but only one thing consumed my thoughts,

Who were they running from?

The door slams open. Kreed comes in with a look of shock, and his chest heaving. He hurriedly walks his way over to me, "What happened"

I pick up my materials from the ground and place them on the table, "I was summoning a vision"

He moved closer, "I know...I couldnt I open the door, and you were whimpering"

I say nothing but continue to clean my mess.

"Its hurts you," he grabbed my arm. "Its not supposed to hurt you"

A small smile slips onto my face as I realize he must have read the books on Oracles. He was right, it wasn't supposed to hurt, but I couldnt help it.

"Alpha Wane didn't know the correct way for me to summon a vision. All we knew was I saw alot of bad and death. He correlated pain with my visions. If we had known the correct way at the time, I would not be in pain now" I explained

"What do you mean correlate pain with vision?" He caught it

I took a breath, "Alpha Wane would beat me, thinking it would provoke a vision. Since all my visions were of pain and death, he thought causing me pain would bring upon visions."

He shook out his hands, "Can you not change the way you correlate with a vision?"

"I can, but it's taking some time. I was raised to correlate with pain, now trying to change that, will take time." I sat on the sofa

He eyed me carefully, "are you hungry?" I smile as he moves away from the topic. I nod in reply. He walked back to the door, opening it, "Dress nice. We're leaving in an hour."

Our first date! The thought occurs to me suddenly, leaving me all smiles with no thought of my past in mind. Surely I must look cute tonight...

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