A/N Oh my! The reviews and follows and favs seriously blow me away…. Have I told you lately how hard you guys rock my face off!? ;D Thank you so so so so much…. OH, and please don't hate me after this chapter hehee… and feel free to insert your own favorite badass rock song for the soundtrack to this chapter for the first part, but I heard One by Metallica in my head! (Nothing Else Matters works too) I hope you enjoy, and please tell me what you think :0)

There is only blood. There is only silence. There is only rage. That is all that remains….

The skies are a furious red… clouds swirling and stained a deep crimson that is only pale in comparison to the eyes that are set upon it. Eyes that are completely full of red hot anger, hollow of mercy, and swirl with fiery vengeance. Eyes that are no longer a window to the soul of a woman, but to the rage of a beast. Behind those red eyes flash images of mere moments ago, glimpses of how everything went so wrong. It had seemed a battle that stood a chance of being won. Countless underlings had fallen to her guns, her lover's daggers, her friends and allies hands. There had been some casualties… Dyson being the first to fall as he valiantly led hundreds of children of the moon into battle. With bared teeth, and yellowed eyes he slashed and clawed until his heart remained in his chest no more; ripped out by an incubus. Her rage prickles at the edges of her skin as flashes of plaid converse swirling as Reid aimed and maimed, fighting with skills that she had taught him, torment her. Firing round after round into underling after underling the genius had maneuvered himself in a strategic and effective manner that allowed him to end the life of three robed necromancers, only to have a dacra driven into his heart by a fourth. His efforts had caused many spelled undead to fall….His death was not in vain. But then suddenly, as if the earth had opened the gates of hell itself, thousands more underlings crawled forward. Still the remaining allies fought on fiercely, though the tides quickly fell in favor of the foe. Morrigan's brotherhood of Genie and Jinn worked alongside many Wizards of the First Order to cast spells, trying to seal the rift from which they sprung. Bones shattered and blood spilled to the ground, chaos and sounds of war encompassed them all. But with one scream of torment, the world seemed to still and silence was among them. Nothing but red. Nothing but agony. Nothing but vengeance. That is all that remains. Behind those red eyes now only remains one image, the image of wings of fire driving a sword between the shoulder blades of black wings with tips of gold. It had only been a second… but the moment dragged on for an eternity. The lone Fury had driven her sword into the belly of Freyja, only to turn and plunge it into Jennifer's back, whom stood over her lifeless mother. The deafening scream that rattled every being to their core was ripped from Emily's throat as her lover collapsed. She was stood mere feet from her Valkyrie fighting off six underlings as they surround her when her eyes set upon Freyja's body slumping to the ground. Jennifer's body soon followed. The vampire arched, arms stretched prone as if crucified by the image and the pain as she felt her lovers fatal blow as her own. With blood dripping from her back into the already death sodden ground, her eyes shifted from completely black to swirling raging red, and with them so did the clouds. All movement stilled with her anguish and rage. Suddenly, as if all were one, the thousands of remaining warriors, both friend and foe, turned and set blackened eyes upon her. With her crimson eyes set upon the sky, every being beneath it fell to their knees. No clashing swords, no firing guns, no flesh being torn, just one collective plea from the stilled masses

'Command me'

The beast could not see blackened eyes of Morgan, could not discern the submissive Hotch amongst the kneeled, and could not identify the plea of Rossi amongst the other enthralled voices requesting commands of their master. There are no friends. There is no love. There is only death. That is all that remains… In a sickening growl the red eyed beast commands them bitterly

'Die'

And on one accord, friend a foe alike obey….

BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR

The woman's fists are clutching fiercely and she gasps with such force that she would have arched right off of the table if it weren't for the chains that bound her to it. Her eyes fade slowly from the white that had encompassed them until only tears remain.

"Tell me Oracle. What is it that you have seen" The sound of Jafar's slithering voice is enough to invoke shivers almost as bad as those caused by the haunting vision she had just seen. Death. Death of all who fought to save the worlds. Death of the two prophesied to save it, one in body, the other in soul, which would lead to nothing but more death in the end.

Shota steels herself on the table, though still haunted by her vision. She thinks back to a time long ago when she was young, merely a hundred years old, when her father had come to her and her brother. He had told them of a great prophecy that was shown to the Sisters of the Light, and that they had been chosen to be the overseers of this prophecy. She recalls not wanting to leave the land of the Seers, she did not want to live her life in the realm of Asgard, she did not want to be Odin's Oracle in Valhalla. And she surely did not wish to be tied to this alchemist table being pumped with spells to induce her with visions at Loki's will. Shota hates the fact that she saw this very moment coming. The day that Loki had taken Odin's life with Thor's blood she had foreseen her forced servitude to the destroyer. That had been the last vision she saw before invoking the Seers right to dream.

Oh how complicated is the life of a Seer. Always shown pieces but never the entire puzzle; often given the result, but bound by law to not intervene. In choosing to invoke her rights to dream she knew that someday she would be awaken from her slumber at Loki's hands, she just hoped that whatever it is that she saw would not benefit him in anyway. At least asleep she would not be shown anything to help him along the way. Now more than ever she wishes that she had never been awaken from her millenniums of sleep. Or better yet, that she had never been a Seer, that she had never seen such peril and agony.

"I said… what have you seen!" Jafar's patience is waning at her extended silence. But before she can answer she thinks back to the last words spoken to her by her brother before then parted form their realm and from each other. 'We all have a part to play; we all have to make sacrifices.' Damn David and his wisdom. Older brothers truly-… what is that word the young Valkyries would use? Ah yes, suck! Know it all big brothers suck. She had thought her sacrifice had been too much; leaving her home and her family. Sleeping for thousands of years only to awaken to torture. Yet as she realizes the impact of the vision of the bloodrage, now she truly sees the part in which she was destined to play. She realizes that this is to be her true sacrifice in the name of the great prophecy. With tears no longer in her eyes she turns to the evil sorcerer and breaks the Seer's number one cardinal rule. Never lie to change what has been seen.

With a voice that is weak yet steady, she speaks "I have seen the end" Truth.

"I have seen the end of you Jafar" Truth.

"I have seen the end of you…. At the hands of your beloved Sire" Lie. Suddenly she can feel a sharp pain in her chest

"I have seen him feast upon the soul of the only one who can give you passage to the place you seek. And when those who fight for justice weaken him, it is your soul that is taken to replenish him" Lies. The pain in her heart begins to spread

"I see you as a statue by his side, his lifeless pet… until his death" Lie. The pain has nearly become unbearable now, but she is able to school her features until a seething angry Jafar storms out of the alchemy chamber.

It is said that when a Seer dies they are given one last vision. Only this is not a vision of the future, it is a vision to the answer of their innermost question, a question that they may not even know that they have. Shota relaxes upon the table as her pain gives way to the familiar warm buzz that takes over her body as her eyes glaze over in white. Suddenly she is back in the realm of the Seers. She stands behind her father as he sits in the temple of the Sisters of the Light. This is a vision of the past. A scroll is in his hands and she knows that this is the prophecy in its entirety, yet as she peers over the apparition's shoulder she is only able to read parts of it that she has already known. Suddenly ancient script seems to float off of the scroll into air and she realizes that this is not something that has ever been shown to her before. This is something of the prophecy that she had never been privy too, and within that single piece of knowledge her innermost question had been answered. Yes, she had done the right thing. No, she had not shamed her brother and her father with her deception. A Seer must never lie in order to change the fate of a vision, or they will perish along with the truth they have changed. Her eyes fade back to their hazel green as she takes her final breath with only pride, not pain in her heart. Yes, she had done the right thing… the prophecy has made it clear. This was her part.

One who sees truth and light, must turn a blind eye. Only darkness and death brings forth life

A/N Hmmm…. Probably shouldn't piss off Emily ;) But who knows what the future holds now heheee. Any Legend of the Seeker fans? I've been obsessed lately; could you tell… it totally wormed its way into this chapter