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Ancient Greece, Oracle of Delphi.
A man walked up the long stairs toward the Oracle of Delphi. He wore white robes with a sash of purple draped over his shoulders. Holding this sash in place were three golden buckles denoting his family, the Greymore's, his position as a member of the Senate and finally his rank in the Athenian armies. The seal of the Greymore's was a triplicate flower. On his feet he wore golden-laced sandals. His face was that of a man aged with wisdom.
He pushed open the doors and as he did so the young priestesses of the temple scattered to and fro. "Oh, Great Oracle of Delphi! Priestess of Apollo, grant me a prophecy."
The Oracle herself appeared in the main chamber. "Be gone, Julius Tibirus Greymore, for the prophecy you seek will be a curse to your clan!"
"Great Oracle, you have spoken my name yet I have not brought it forth!" He bowed and tossed a sack to the floor at her feet, which shattered open revealing many golden coins.
"Keep your gold trinkets, Greymore, and return to your infant daughter and your warrior son! For tonight will be the last you see of either!" The oracle yelled at him.
Greymore went down to his knees. "Tell me, Oracle. Why must it be the last?"
"Julius! Hades has cursed and blessed thee! He had blessed thee by giving you the flower blooming three! And Cursed thee with the knowledge to control it! One day your clan will be reduced to three! One cursed to live a life immortal, One Cursed with sins burned on his right hand! And the third cursed with lust of power and hate unbound!"
"Oracle ,will this come to pass in my lifetime!"
"NO, JULIUS! YOUR LIFE ENDS SOON!" The Oracle's voice echoed with power but, softened upon seeing Greymore down on his knees. "Fear not, for your clan will do many goods for this realm. Indeed they shall have the help. I shall now bring forth the prophecy of the blood red gladiator…The one who will join you descendents" The Oracle's eyes which had been white before rolled backwards and took an ethereal glow and in an ethereal voice she spoke:
A gladiator with hair red as blood shall be cast out of his place.
Defeated he shall be drawn into a machine that has made many journey's near and far
A lord shall cast him into the stream of ages
He shall awash on the shores of another age and do battle with beasts that were once men
From them he shall have lose one of his mighty weapons
In its place he shall take their armor and use it as his own
One he shall keep and the other two he shall hide
From his age destroyed he will bring forth a steed that shall also be his wolf
His heart black as night shall come to know warmth
As his heart becomes warm he shall gather allies five
Two of your clan both cursed one of immortality
The other a sin stained hand
Third he shall bring unto him a young one burdened with power
Fourth shall be a crusader holy
His final ally that shall stand with him though not his last will be the one to warm his heart though she shall die in his arms
Yet he may gather many more allies, these five shall be his core and he their savoir
Though he shall bear the mark of the beast but, it shall be to mock the beast…
The ethereal voice of the Oracle died away leaving the Oracle with a kind smile as she placed her palm of her hand on Julius's head. "Now go, Greymore, and fear not for one day your clan will be cleansed of its blood stained sins."
Julius stood gripping his Gladius sword and did not look the Oracle in the eye. "Yes, I may be older in years, Oracle, but you are truly the one blessed in wisdom." With those parting words, Julius Tiberius Greymore left the temple of Delphi.
"Scribes, to me!" Scribes of the Oracle came to her. "Yes, I have not told him all but, it is enough to place him at ease. Now, quill to paper and write as I say…" And once more the Oracle began a Prophecy.
Thank ZK Chromedragozoid for beta read and edits! This story takes place in the same universe.