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i went up the rickety stairs to the attic.
dust flew, and there were cobwebs in every corner. i sneezed as some of the dust made its way to my nose. i looked ahead, and there it was.
the oracle of delphi.
except, there was something else there too. not physically, but it was some sort of pull in my heart, making me walk away from the oracle and towards a hidden trunk. i raised an eyebrow, i'd never even noticed it before.
i pulled it out from it's corner and brushed the dust off. 'r.b. 1961'. there was some other writing on it, but it was too faded to read. i almost opened it when something fell behind me, knocking me out of my trance-like-state.
i picked up a pink and white marble off the floor, and placed it on the shelf. why someone wanted to keep a marble was beyond me.
remembering why i was here, i went towards the oracle, and stood. pursing my lips, i thought, now what? the oracle seemed dead, like a mummy (which it was). it's glassy eyes stared ahead.
"i am the spririt of delphi.speaker of the prophecies of phoebus apollo, slayer of the mighty python." it's raspy voice sounded, making it's way through my skull. green smoke wisped around, pooling at the mummy's feet. "seeker, approach and ask."
"um," i began, "how do i find daedalus' workshop?"
i cringed. i wasn't sure what exactly i should ask, so i just went with my gut. the oracle responded to the question. it tilted it's head to look at me and i almost jumped out of my skin.
it opened it's mouth and the green smoke curled around me, changing the scene. i blinked, and suddenly i was in the past. i was racing an unclaimed camper up the lava wall. he beat me, and it was the only time i ever lost. the unclaimed camper looked unbothered as he stood to the side.
