The legend of The Oracle of the Abyss was known throughout the realm. A ghostly pale woman appeared before a city on a rainy night. Upon morning nothing was left except rubble. That city was Seris and was the name she adopted in the mortal world. Her abilities knew no bounds. Seris was all knowing being able to see the future and the past. She existed to set the world on a certain path. In the war with the magistrate and the resistance she fell towards no one side. Seris appeared and caused chaos. She had become known by all and feared by all. Seris was a tortured soul who had long since lost her motral life and had been cursed to roam the realm. Seris enforced what she saw as justice. She sought out to be sure that the future she had seen was to come to fruition. What she did not know however, is that the universe bends to no one.
Seris wandered town to town in accordance with her futuresight. Her next destination was a small village owned by the magistrate. The village itself was fairly typically for the land. It had everything you would expect. It had small time merchants, farmers, and most of the residents lived mostly adequate lives. On occasion the magistrate army would roll into town on horses to collect payment. This is when trouble would ensue. Those who couldn't offer payment were often killed and or had their homes ransacked. The latter often lead to death anyway. Needless to say it was obvious why the resistance existed. The tyrannical rule of the magistrate was clearly far from being completely moral.
Seris's visions led her to a local bar. She was dawning a black cloak and hood. Her presence would have certainly been intimidating if she was not ignored as she entered. The bar was bustling as it was nightfall. No one had a care in the world and were simply enjoying the food and drink. It was commonplace for the villagers to hang out at the bar towards the end of the day. Most of them knew each other as it was a small town. You could tell by the atmosphere that everyone treated each other like family. Seris was seated next to a small figure. A loud pink haired girl with a trench coat. "Hey, pour me another one!" the pink hair girl exclaimed in a thick accent. The accent was indicative that she born was from the Honerf region of the Magistrate's kingdom. It was a dirty slum. The region was made up primarily of abandoned old cities. Originally these cities were occupied by the Magistrate elties. They had moved out of Honerf region to the current capital around when the war began. This was done as it was a significantly more strategic location for the war. "Here ya go Maeve." The bartender tossed her a drink. She began to gulp it down. Slightly tipsy she slapped Seris on her back much to her chagrin. "Ain't this just a grand old time!" Maeve said with a sly smile. Seris felt a warmness across her body out of embarrassment. She didn't know she was capable of such feelings. Typically Seris had avoided all social contact and never had a chance to really experience humanity. Angrily Seris responds "What was that for you fool!" "Hey take it easy kitten; just a little of fun. Have a drink on me." Seris reluctantly agreed with sigh. She didn't have any coin on her to purchase a drink and in her vision she did see herself drinking. "Zir hit my friend with the cloak up with your hardest stuff!" She louded said while reeling back on the bar stool she was sitting on. "You've got to learn enjoy life my friend everything isn't a such a drag." Maeve said as both her and Seris drank. "Well what do you think kitten?". "It is quite an interesting taste." Seris replied in a monotone voice. "Well you are no fun are ya! What's your name?" Seris was hesistant to respond at first as she didn't want the bar to erupt into choas. "My name is Seris." "Hey that's pretty cute. Reminds me of that old town." Meave said with a smile. She was too drunk to put the facts together. Seris glanced around the bar. No one had noticed who she was and the bar continued as normal.
The night continued on. Seris had stayed to listen to Maeve's ramblings until closing. Given her powers she was unaffected by the alcohol she drank. The bartender asked if Seris could look after Maeve. He told the story of how Maeve had protected the town a few days ago from magistrate soldiers. They had come to completely purge the town. As they would later find out they were rouge soldiers who merely wanted to destroy the town for personal gain. Essentially they came to take more than what the Magistrate wanted. Maeve was a bounty hunter and the only payment they could offer her is free goods and services from all the merchant shops and other various stores in the town. Graciously she accepted and helped the town.
Seris had developed a soft spot for the loud little lady. Seris even began to think she was cute. This again for her was a wave of things she had never felt in this lifetime. The idea of being attracted to another person was beyond shocking for her to come to terms with. She carried off Maeve to the hotel across from the bar. Seris was quickly received as she had Maeve on her back. Seris denied help and continued to walk Maeve to her room. There was two beds. Seris while not affected by many mortal things did in fact need to sleep. She placed Maeve onto her bed and tucked her in. Seris even blushed as she saw Maeve's soft sleeping face all cuddled up into her bed. "I'm not sure what is happening to me and even more concerning is that my visions have gone blurry." Seris had said to herself. She sat in her bed pondering the dilemma before eventually falling asleep a short time afterwards.
Waking up in the morning she was greeted by a pink haired girl standing over her. Seris startled sat up and bumped her head into Meave's. Each of them grab at their own heads rubbing the site of impact. "Well hey there kitten. Thanks for the help. Kinda surprised considering you seem to be the Oracle, but hey I don't judge. You seem like a good person if ya ask me." Maeve said with a smile. "Yes I am indeed the oracle. No problem. For some reason I feel my destiny must be intertwined with yours." Seris said. "Well hell, why don't you join me then? I could always use the extra muscle." Maeve responded. "Very well, I shall accompany you until my visions send me elsewhere." Seris was apprehensive. She couldn't see the future so she figured it would be best to stick with Maeve for the time being. Seris assumed that if her visions led her to Maeve she was suppose to be with her until they returned.