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When she took it into herself she din't know what was going on.
She felt the raw power coursing though her veins.
She felt herself dying then coming back, and dying again.
She saw the past and the future the possibilities of things that might, and the possibilities of the things that might have been.
She saw herself, the smallest of the small and the biggest of the big.
She saw the world, the doors, the seven sanding in a storm of fire.
She felt the startings and the endings and, it was ripping through her mind and her soul.
She could not feel her body, the pain so intense, her soul ripping apart to make room for another.
A hundred other souls like her own, but bigger, stuffed with more life and death and beauty and horror than she ever could begin to imagine.
The oracles, her sisters before, a family so much bigger than her own.
She knew that no longer was she ordinary, that no longer would celestial bronze just pass though.
She was more.
And then she felt it, it wasn't like the others not truly a soul but it was, and is and will be. It was eternal, a spirit older than time and would outlive it too.
It was the power she had first felt, the raw energy of the oracle.
And now this power was her. It moved her lips, her arms her body, and then..
She collapsed, it was gone only faint memories remained.
But it was her now, and she was it.
The last true oracle.
If you really couldn't tell this was about Rachel Dare and her transformation to being the oracle.
Hope you liked (but if you didn't thats fine too, I try to write for me it's nice when peopel like your stuff but if you are not proud of your own work there's no point).
~The Neek