Oracle

by Sapphiamay

Collaboration with Cookiepencil - War commences as two once peaceful villages battle to obtain the power of the elemental orbs. Little did the villages know that mere humans aren't capable enough to possess such gift from The Tree of Life. Seven soul siblings, children of the Tree gather find one another in order to protect their valuable orbs from human contact.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter One

I look out the window of my house, located on the top of the mountains between the two rival villages currently battling each other. Everyday, I hear the sharp sound of gunshots, and the piercing cry of my fellow villagers being shot. Fresh blood oozing out of dead villagers' bodies and staining the green grass as it spreads itself across the vast land, filling the air with the smell of blood.

I walked outside of my house, taking in glorious morning sunshine rays. What a beautiful day it is today, so it seems to be so far.

I spotted two separate pieces of white paper, stuffed into the small opening of my mailbox. I wonder how the mailmen manage to deliver papers while their town is battling the other.

"Healers needed in Blue Bell" I mumbled, as I walked back into my house. "This is the 7th time I've received this flyer." I placed the letter in my drawer full of other flat paper matter which I will eventually make use of for other purposes, such as origami.

The other letter I received in my mailbox consisted of neatly written calligraphy in black ink, along with thin paper for the sliding paper doors. I let out a long heavy sigh, didn't bother to read this letter, and dumped it into my drawer of excess papers.

A long time ago, Master Wu Shu, master of the healing arts once told me that a 300 year-old ancient healer lives in a small cottage which rests at the foot of the mountains. That was all he told me. I know nothing of her background, or how she came to this land.

'Really, how childish of the villagers. Foolishly fighting over the ancient scroll on reviving the Harvest Goddess. The Chief villager even told all his people that once the Harvest Goddess is revived, their many sinful wishes will then be granted. That's just plain stupid," I complained to my pet bunny, whose fur as white as snow and as soft as cotton, and eyes a calm, warm reddish-brown; she always listens to my complaints and stories. I always complain to my beloved bunny. Many people thought I was a weirdo, or had some form of mental disorder often talking to animals. But I didn't care. I never cared about how people felt, nor how they felt about me. I grew up being given the title of 'The Mysterious'. I didn't really mind because I felt that I really am 'The Mysterious'.

Those idiots don't even know the paper is with me. I glared at the entrance to my secret basement where I kept the ancient scroll hidden from those hungry blood-thirsty bastards. I wonder what will happen when they finally find out about the scroll's whereabouts. Even so, they will still need to have the 7 elemental orbs in order to revive the Harvest Goddess; that might bring the war to its end. Who knows?

To find the 7 elemental orbs, that was my goal. But how do I find them all? To add to that problem, my light magic will be powerless at nightfall. Not even my simple first-grade healing spell. Who can I look for and turn to for help?