A/N: As much as I wanted to make things vague and only unfold the mystery at the end, or at least, only explain to you the prologue in a later chapter, I think people are getting too confused by this. So, as the review-desperate me, here's a hint.

This prologue is about the oracle.

Yup. Go do your research now.

Time period: Ancient Greece

Dark.

Wrapped in the soft, light blanket of the shadows, she fidgets and to a small degree, struggles to escape. She understands that she is safe, more than safe in the sweet careful cradle but the inability to see anything unnerves her slightly. There is nothing to see, nothing she needs to see. But she wants to see. She wants to explore the world she'd just stepped into.

Mother. She speaks, reaching out for the source of warmth that currently embraces her, the invisible force that held her hand tightly as she steadily walked into existence. She doesn't need sight as much as she needs her mother. She needs to know when she could take the next step and what step that was to be. She wants to know.

Daughter.

She feels an instant connection with this voice, this young, lovely melody that flits around her ears and bonds with the earliest of her memories. This is my mother's voice, she tells herself. This is her. Mother.

Mother.

You are not my only child, dear. But you are one of the special ones. Why don't you go outside and play, my love.

But what am I to do? She asks, What is my purpose?

You're my gift to the world. Do what you do best.

And with that in mind, she closes her eyes and breaks free, a spiral of mist shooting towards the surface in exhilaration.

-o-

She can sense the fear in the girl, the fear and disgust at the scaly creature slithering around their new home. She can feel the girl's mouth turn down into a frown and the biting of the bottom lip that follows. She is aware of the girl scrunching up her pretty face into one of repulsion, a mask for hiding the horror of seeing the monster behind.

Oh how she wishes to turn the expression into something more welcoming, or perhaps make the girl wave to greet their new friend. Thank him for his service, let him know his protection is much appreciated.

Hello, sister.

For a moment, she is stunned. She hadn't known it was possible to…

Hello?

Hello.

And as the girl strides off to the room, swaying around in her long white dress, getting ready for her duties the next morning and completely oblivious to the conversation, she talks to the serpent via telepathy. She tries to make up for the girl's rude actions, having ignored their guardian entirely as she stormed inside the place.

It was mother who sent me here to protect both of you, you know.

Thank you.

-o-

He's dead.

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

No.

She realizes that the girl is smiling, close to laughing. The girl had always wanted the "hideous creature" dead. "A horrible snake! A monster!" She had complained. But it had protected them, ensured their safety. Now, it was-

Dead.

Her guardian, her friend, her brother. Gone. They'd spend every day talking to each other, smiling, joking, laughs that no one could hear. They'd become close, so close, him being a reminder of mother along with being very good company himself, despite the monstrous appearance.

But he was lost to the shadows now, the cold shadows, the heartless ones. And what was left? A foolish giggling girl and a sister who wanted him back, who yearned to grieve but couldn't because someone wanted to smile at his death instead and she had no control over it. She cried on the inside, yes, but it hurt her to see how she couldn't change the girl's happiness into expression mirroring her own sorrow. The entrance to the girl's mind was blocked, as it always was until the right times and situations.

It wasn't fair.

He's coming.

It's mother's voice, she cries and when the words register she wants to scream but she doesn't own a mouth. He's coming, he's coming, coming to get her. Run away run away run away-

But the foolish girl refuses to move, stubbornly staying put in the house burning alight with danger, eager to embrace the murderer instead.

And if she can't pull the girl away, she can't escape. But it's impossible to take over her now. It's not the right time and fate refused to hand her the chance. He's coming he's coming he's coming-

She can see him coming through the front door, can see what he's going to-

She cries out in terror but her silent screams cannot be heard by the girl, cannot be heard by anyone outside the stupid cage she's trapped in. The girl thinks he's a hero, a majestic hero riding on the capes of justice and bringing down his sword so rightfully into the brother's heart.

You need to get out.

Instantly, she feels a burst of energy flowing through her and she realizes what mother has done. It hardly feels right – the time was far from right - but she does it anyway, knowing it was the only, only way she could escape. She spreads out the power throughout her being and then forces it into the girl and pulls her essence into hers.

And then he steps into the room.

Dashing towards the window, she nearly slips – it felt so weird to walk - and he grabs onto her skirt, pulling and twirling her towards him. She knows that many, including the girl, fancied him, fancied the way he looked, fancied the way he smiled, dreamt of guys looking just the way he did...The beauty of immortal youth…

But all she wanted to do was puke when she saw him, puke and stab the bloodstained hands of the killer and rip his black heart out.

"I know it's not her. It's you now, isn't it? " He asks and pulls her closer. She squirms, attempting a pathetic escape out of the cage of his strong arms but he refuses to budge.

"That monster out there relentlessly chased my mother for days." His eyes blazed like fiery suns, "Glad that there's actually a bonus to killing him…"

"You." He muttered and grabbed her, pushing himself against the outraged female and onto the bed, binding the two bodies together.

- End of Prologue –

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