The Oracle (An AQW Original Series)

Prologue

Five years.

It's been five years since I started wandering around Lore , surveying and guarding the world I helped create with my untimely death. I've grown from a sickly homebody whelp who couldn't even look at the sun to a somewhat decent Hero, forging her own path through this new juggernaut of a universe. I suppose I should thank the Devs for messing up my reincarnation process, for if they hadn't, I wouldn't have been as appreciative of this life than if I hadn't started over without my memories.

It's been hard work, with trials and tribulations aplenty with every step I take, but I don't think I could ever regret surrendering my life to that Dragonslayer. Not after everything I've been through to get this far in this life .

If anything, I celebrate this new creation. For once in my eternal lifetime, I became part of something bigger. Something grand, if you will. Not just as an observer or an overseer anymore, but also as a catalyst for things to come. It's quite exciting, actually, to see history unfold before your very eyes, shaping it with your own hands. No wonder our creations have a love for their fantastical tales of old if this is what it's like to be part of the legend.

Speaking of, mortals are such strange beings , which is ironic for me to say, considering I AM one at the moment. They are fickle and ever-changing, but somehow, they remain the same as ever regardless of how many times the universes reset. Unpredictably predictable , they live their lives according to my design, aware of the currents of time and setting their entire being around it.

It was amusing, to say the least, when people put so much emphasis on their arbitrary schedule, when I know for a fact that time does not give a damn about them at all. It just is, cruel as it may be. We dragons aren't known for coddling our creations with miracles and such. It helps keep everything in order.

But I digress. Even for a being as old as myself, I can say for certain that this world has taught me more than I can ever give it credit for. Learning how to love, hate, anguish, and rejoice in such a short time can give a god some new perspectives in life, which is a feat all on itself. Like teaching an old dog new tricks, as they say. It was exhilarating as it was terrifying, and I felt the need to return the favor in kind.

So with what remains of my former abilities (which is, unsurprisingly, future vision) and a blade crafted by an old friend of mine, I ventured into the unknown and became the Hero that I am now. Albeit a nameless one, but I'm still a hero in the people's eyes.

Of course, my path in this world was all planned in destiny, even before the Merge. I knew what I had to become right from the beginning of my birth, I knew that the world would fall into disarray once the tides of war between Good and Evil has shifted into climax, and I knew that I had to fight for the sake of my new home. Violence is the near constant in this world, it would seem.

What I cannot see, however, is 'why' I have to fight. Strange, isn't it? Never once in my entire life on this realm did I ever ally myself to a singular side. Whether it be Good or Evil, they both have the same value in my eyes and to the universe. So I wonder if this meant that I would be fighting for a senseless cause, or if there is something out there more powerful than the whims of time and fate that will make my involvement unavoidable.