Interlude: The Prophet
The Prophet, with her long, glorious silver hair, watches in the shade as little free birds dance around each other, giggling and shouting. Her baby blue eyes are saddened by her loss of the magnificent freedom she yearned for, and she closes her eyes, holding back the hot tears that are pricking at her tear ducts. She reopens them at the noise of something approaching her carefully.
She stares in shock at one of the little birds, who was staring at her with its big, round cocoa brown eyes. Its hair is the color of the sweet of chocolate, it was so small and fragile, it was as if something so easy could break it.
"Lady, why are you alone?" Those were the words that slowly changed her future that even she couldn't see.
In contrast to the shadows, her long silver hair trailed after like her own shadow as she stormed down the grand hallway of red, her baby blue eyes full of rage, her heart screaming in fury and sorrow. Why was she so blind to not see this coming? The demise of her beloved husband, Guo Huai, whose love for her was as warm as the summer and made her feel like any other normal woman. Despite their age difference, he made her feel like those free birds.
But she knew that somewhere, deep inside of him, he feared her damned gift of seeing the future; however, she could not say that she was given the horrid gift by the sorcerer, Zuo Ci, for it would bring her demise much earlier than it should be and be passed upon the person who she told. Now, she does not care. She only wants to be with her beloved again to see his weak smile, his sickly pale skin, and his faithful personality.
Oh, how her heart throbs desperately for him.
In a flash, she begins to stagger, collapsing to her knees, panting and short on breath. Her pupils dilate, and her eyes dim. A fragment of the future invades her mind, and she goes quiet, allowing it to come in.
"Lady, do you remember me? I'm the little girl from the garden!" A young teenager exclaims, her grin as bright as the sun," The one who kept referring to as 'little bird'?"
"Yes, I do. It's a pleasure to meet you again, little bird." She replies lifelessly," Is there anything you want?"
The girl goes quiet, her cocoa hues observing and revealing nothing.
"I want... to see you smile again," she replies simply.
She is brought back to the painful hell called reality, and she's not happy about it, glaring fiercely at the young man. He blinks at her, surprised by her glare.
"Would you lay on the ground?" He asks then says," I mean, I could just leave you alone and wallow away, but I'm sure Guo Huai wouldn't want that. He did cherish you."
"Be gone, Sima Zhao," she hisses coldly.
Sima Zhao is unfazed by this, merely staring at her. Then he sighs, standing up.
"Anyway, there's this little girl causing a riot outside because she wants to see you or something like that," he baits, sighing in mock exasperation. "Man, why can't brother or father deal with her? I mean, I'm a busy man, too, y'know."
He smirks slightly when the Prophet flies up and races down the hallway. He chuckles, shaking his head, and walks after her.
A certain young man clad in red walks gracefully down the rock path, his golden hazel eyes like fire as they burned with interest. Rumors were spreading like wildfire about a young woman with white hair being able to see the future. His intelligent mind spouted strategies with only one goal: to capture the woman and bring her to Wu.