Some days the oracle grew sad about her disconnect from the outside world. Most days, she relished the solitude, as it allowed her to think undisturbed.
She lived in a temple way up in the mountains, requiring anyone that wanted to ask her a question to travel all the way up. Because of the fame that her prophecies held, plenty were willing to make the trek. Outside of these visitors though, with all their singlemindedness, she didn't really have anyone to talk to.
Then again, she suspected that the social isolation made her gifts all the stronger. And who didn't like a bit of power?
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
