The Oracle stood before her mirror watching the unconscious Darkthrop girl lying there as the battle raged around her. They planned to end this and take her home to Thais where she was supposed to start a new life, maybe even marry Edward or one of the young men from the line of Lars.
But that was not her destiny.
The scarlet thread of fate didn't tie Mel to any of her companions. Instead it tied her to a tall black haired man who currently sat in the prisons below.
Oracle sighed and brushed her fingers along the frame of the mirror gently, her wrinkled face falling as she gazed at the girl with sad eyes.
"You've already suffered so much, why does your life have to be like this? I wish..."
"Oracle?"
The oracle turned to see one of the most advanced and oldest priestesses in her order standing at the door.
"Yes my dear?"
"Is something the matter? You've been watching in the mirror for over a day now and the other priestesses and I are getting worried. Is something bad happening on Aia?"
The oracle was silent for a moment before returning her gaze to the raging battle.
"No, not now. The prophecy is being fulfilled but it is also being ended through my chosen heroes. But the girl, her bonds choices to follow a darker path has twisted her fate alongside his and now...now I cannot do anything to help her. She is out if my hands."
The oracle bowed her head, a expression of sadness and pain washing over her face.
"There is truly nothing you can do?" She whispered, seeing the distress in the Oracle's features.
"There is nothing. Even I cannot mess with the fates tapestry. Now all I can do is pray that my shadow counterpart shows enough interest in Mel and Gyendal that she will guide them and they will be protected."
"Protected from what?"
The oracle gazed at the mirror wordlessly for a long moment before turning to the priestess.
"Protected from the Shadows of her Twisted Destiny."