~The Oracle's Tale~ 1
Modern Day, Year 169
The snow fell; in the distance the fog shimmered. The Oracle looked around her, at her mountain home, knowing it could very well be the last time this place would be at peace. The future toyed with this one, showed her what might be and what might not.
While nothing was set in stone, her most recent revelation was leaving her troubled. So troubled, that when she heard footsteps in the dirt, a vision nearly overtook her. She forced it back, and met the eyes of who had come to stand before her.
It was a young woman; an adventurer. They always came at the worst of times. Yet, in a way, at the best of times. Many a terrifying vision had been foiled by adventurers such as this one, and THIS one was particularly famed throughout the lands of Gielinor.
The Oracle knew what this adventurer was going to say before she even opened her mouth. "Can you impart your wise knowledge to me, O Oracle?" said she. The Oracle considered, briefly, replying, "Beware the Cabbage: it is both green AND leafy." However, her extra sense gave her a burst of urgency. She could read the message clearly: It was time to tell the tale.
She looked into the eyes of the adventurer, who seemed confused at her long pause. She spoke in a final tone. "Do you want to hear a story, The Novella?" The adventurer gave a puzzled frown, and said, "Erm...sure! What's it about?
The Oracle resisted the urge to slap her forhead. Her own, not the girl's. She said, slightly irritated, "It is about the past. Possibly, the future." At this, the adventurer raised her eyebrows and nodded.
The Oracle gestured to her tent. "This will be a long story, I am warning you. I cannot promise what will happen if I tell you, as well." The adventurer gave a smirk and entered the tent. The Oracle looked to the skies, then ducked inside.