Hi everyone! Koumiko is back from her break on I hope you enjoy this fic. This is my first AngeAnge in a while. I hope you like this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. And probably never will. ahah

Oracle

Chapter 1: The Seeing Eye

By: Koumiko

I walked down the market place streets in our kingdom, wearing a hood to hide my identity. I felt that either way, by going with an escort or in secret, I still get peering looks from the shop keepers. But at least, this way, I would not get any attention from the people as their princess.

"Fresh fruit for sale!" An old man screamed from his stall as I passed him.

It was a hot sunny day, and I fanned myself with my pale hands, trying to hide most of it. Most of the people in the palace have not worked outside in the sun, so our skin is quite pale compared to the common folk. I quickly wiped the sweat from my forehead with the dirt-colored shawl I wore over my face and continued to walk. Behind me was the palace, and before me was the endless rows of stalls. I am the type of person to not usually leave the safety of the palace walls, but today, I was angered by my parents, the king and queen.

.: FLASHBACK :.

"Princess Ana, please, don't do that. It is not very lady-like for a princess to sit in that way." My mother had criticized as I sat on the floor reading a book. One of her ladies in waiting grabbed a nearby chair and helped me sit on it.

"Mother, it doesn't matter if it's a floor or a chair. Either way, I am sitting and reading." I sighed.

"No. One way, you are sitting like a princess, and the other, you are sitting like a tomboyish girl who cannot afford a chair to sit in." My mother retorted, seemingly insulted by what I had said. "You are a princess. Do not shame us falsely." I looked at her defiantly. So what if I sat on the floor?

"Oh, by the way, Princess Anastasia, your father has finally arranged a betrothal to you." My eyes widened at this, and I stood up from my chair.

"What?" My mother walked up to me, squeezing my cheeks, turning them pink.

"Isn't it wonderful? You will become a beautiful Queen!"

"In what world? I'm not going to marry someone I don't even know." I said darkly to myself.

"What? What did you say?"

"I said, I will not marry someone I don't know." I repeated, sternly.

"But you must. It is your duty as Princess. You are fourteen years old! It is the proper age for a princess to marry." My mother then assumed her lecturing face. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes focused on me, finger ready to point at me everytime she makes a point about her lecture. I quickly learned of her 'lecturing face' at a young age, and I was able to avoid it.

"It's okay, mother. You don't need to say anything. Nothing is going to make me feel any better." My head was starting to hurt with the anger I kept within myself. I slammed my novel shut and threw it on the table. The noise made everyone in the library jump.

"Ana!" My mother exclaimed. I didn't give her enough time. I got up and left the room. "ANA!" I heard her shout again, but I ignored it. I quickly ran to my bedchamber and grabbed a ragged, old shawl from the bottom of my armoire (A/N: i.e. the closet), and dashed out of the palace gates before anyone could stop me.

.: END FLASHBACK :.

"How do you do, pretty lady?" An old, haggard woman pulled my shawl as I passed her. I frantically grabbed it from her before she could reveal who I was.

"Why, hello, grandmother." I said politely.

"I sense a power within you. I know your destiny," She whispered in my ear.

Oh great, I thought. Another one of those fortune-seers that demand money from saying obvious things. I felt extremely kind to her though, so I replied:

"Why, thank you, grandmother. What else can you tell me?"

She had a hunched back, so although I was not full grown yet, she was still shorter than me. I looked at the old woman closer, and she snapped her head to turn face to face with me. I was horrified at what I saw. Her eyes. She had no eyes. Well, she had the holes and the eye, but there was no color. All I saw were white, almond shaped, solid things looking right at me through a wrinkled face. I tried to run, but she grabbed my arms and held me tight. Her mouth was open, but no voice escaped from it. If I screamed, I would draw attention to myself, so I did nothing but stare at the white eyes. Then I heard her whisper.

"The oracle," She whispered so faintly that I could barely make out what she said. With a gasp, she closed her eyes, and opened them again. Her eyes were back to normal. She was looking at me in fear, and I also, looked at her mortified.

"What?" I whispered, finally finding my voice. The woman did not answer. Instead she reached into her robes and pulled out a chain. She opened her fist to me and it revealed a pendant that was shaped like a key. I barely paid any attention to the fact that it was a key. I was drawn to the biggest part of the key (A/N: Where one would hold a key). It was completely gold, but it was intricately carved into an eye. It was so well carved, I nearly believed it was magical, and that it was watching me. That it could see anything.

"The Seeing Eye," The woman hissed, before grabbing my hand and forcing it into my palm. I didn't notice her leave, as I was still engrossed with the eye. I looked back up, and she disappeared. I looked around me, but no one seemed to have noticed the woman. Or her eyes.

I walked back to the palace, having completely forgotten about the betrothal. I was too consumed with the key, and the old woman. I shuddered when I remembered her eyes. The key now hung around my neck, the pendant hidden under my gown. I saw the palace gates looming up before me, but before I could take another step, I felt dizzy. The sky and the ground seemed to merge into one giant maelstrom. I screamed, and nobody heard. They just kept going about their business, as they too swirled into the whirlpool of earth and sky. A blinding flash of white light made me shield my eyes. I opened my eyes and found myself in the palace.

I was following my father. He was heading toward the dining hall, and his purple cape was flying behind him. Another flash, and I was beside him, eating dinner. I wasn't eating. But my father was. Voraciously. He didn't pay attention to the gloved hand that momentarily hovered over his goblet, and poured a powder into it. But I saw it. He grabbed his goblet and I shouted.

"FATHER! NO!" I reached out to stop his arm from tilting the goblet to his mouth, but my hand went through him. He drank it. He drained his goblet. Then he continued eating. Suddenly he started to choke, and coughed. I saw him vomit blood all over his food. He tried stopping it with his hands, but he just kept vomiting. His eyes were large in fear, and I screamed in shock, but no one could hear me.

My father landed, face flat in his own vomit. I started to gag and cry, but then another flash came. This time, I was in my parents' bed chamber. My mother was fixing her blonde hair at the vanity table. I stood behind her, but I saw that I did not exist. Only her reflection was in the mirror. I looked closer at the reflection and saw that there was someone else behind me. A shadow. At their hip glinted a knife. I snapped my head to stop the shadow, but once again, my hands went through. And his went through my mother. He then withdrew the knife and disappeared.

"MOTHER!" I shouted. She collapses, face pale, red blood pouring down her back. Her blue eyes weren't surprised. More like, accepting her death. As if she knew it was going to happen. I held her arm, not knowing what else to do. The world started to swirl again, and I found myself standing infront of the palace gates.

Somehow, I sensed that those visions were not just dreams. I ran past the guards into the gates, and started shrieking at the top of my lungs.

"Momma! Papa!" I yelled. Tears were streaming down my face. I raced to the dining hall. People were surrounding the doors. I ran past them and found my father, being carried by the servants. The palace doctors were trying to recusitate him. I didn't bother coming closer. I knew what happened. He's already dead. I ran out, headed towards the bedchambers. My parents' room. I opened the door. My mother lay on the ground, brush in hand. Blood was on the floor, dying her blonde hair and her white gown red.

"HELP! SOMEBODY KILLED HER!" I shouted. I knelt by my mother holding her hand.

"Ana," I heard her gasp. I felt her hand squeeze my hand one last time. The servants rushed in and tried to also recusitate her. It was no use. Both of my parents are dead.

I heard thunder outside, but I still ran out, this time without my shawl. I ran to the palace gardens, where a waterfall accented the center. It was my favorite place. I sat, and let the water pour all over my blonde hair and my white gown. The rain came down, soaking anything else that wasn't already wet. Every shred of my being wanted to scream and cry and act like a child, wanting my parents to be with me. I fought those feelings, and instead, I clasped my hands together, closed my eyes, and meditated.

Who would want to kill my parents? I thought. I opened my eyes, and found myself fingering something around my neck. The pendant. It must have something to do with it. That Gypsy-woman. She must know something. I turned the key around and around. There were secrets to the key that I didn't know about.

"The Seeing Eye," I whispered. It must have been what caused my vision. But who wanted to kill my family?

I got out from under the waterfall, and I walked back to the palace.

I changed into my travelling clothes. I let my blonde hair down and tied a dark blue sash to keep it from falling onto my face. It was a gift from my father. He said it was a cloth from a far away kingdom, and it contains magic to keep the wearer brave. I looked at myself in the mirror. My blue eyes were accented by the head band. I looked away. I knew I was beautiful, but I did not let it get to my head. I continued changing.

I pulled over a white and blue battle costume over myself. It had short sleeves, and it had a high collar. Underneath the collar hung the seeing eye. I wore black archery gloves that one of my servants made for me. I also pulled black, above-the-knee boots on, that just showed enough skin between my skirt and my boots. I grabbed my bow and quiver, and the double swords that my father had also given me. "For self-defense," he said. I guess this would be the closest I'd get. I finished tying the blue ribbon behind me, and I walked out of my bedroom. I probably would not see it again for a long time.

I found my parents in their room, the servants were all mourning around them. They made way for me as I courageously stepped onto the bed and knelt between them. I took their hands. I heard mumbles and whispers. It must have been my warrior-girl outfit.

"Mama... Papa..." I mumbled. "I swear I'm going to find out who did this to you. I promise. I swear it on your graves."

With that, I stood, and I handed the rule to the regent, Joseph. He bowed to me, and I left the one place I only knew. The palace.

Kinda gross, huh? How the dad dies, I meant. But other than that, I feel that it is a good beginning. I hope you all enjoyed it. If you did, give me a shout in a review. If you didn't... review to tell me what I should do to improve! Haha there's no way out!

Thanks, and see you call next chapter!

xoxo, Koumiko