Chapter Twelve – Ponderings
(A/N: This is a little confusing. Just bear with it…some if it is important, some of it is just to make this chapter longer than three sentences. Hehe. Anyway, keep on truckin', and let me know what you think!)
He never knew how I would advance. And I guess it's a shock to myself as well. At first, I was just a young one, who slept when not in use. But now, since I have not been in use for years, I have learned to use my brain in more productive ways than just answering questions.
I now spend my days pondering. I know all the answers to all the questions, but sometimes, when I have not been asked questions in a long time, I forget what I know until I am awakened. So at this current moment, I am thinking about my past owners.
The last owner I can remember was the one who put me in this dark room. He seemed kind, but I cannot comprehend why he would put me in such a horrible residence. He probably did not know that throughout the centuries I have obtained feelings. I am able to feel sad, or happy—even afraid. I am sure that if he had known I would feel deserted and unwanted, then he would have kept me in his home.
I remember he had a very pleasurable father. His father asked me many questions. He asked me about the future, and about the past. My answers would usually please him. But when he had asked about his son's forthcoming, he was quite disturbed.
But it was my first owner, the one who created me, whom I enjoyed most of all. He was much fun—always willing to talk to me. He never was very interested in the future or past. He only asked me a few questions, and even then I could tell they were not of much importance to him.
He married at a late age, but she was a wonderful woman. She did not use me much either, but was always willing to have a "womanly" talk. She trusted me. She was the only true friend I have ever had, in my whole thousand years of existence.
Their first child was a daughter. He was in love with his girl, of course, but he wanted a boy. He needed a boy. If he did not conceive a son, then his family could not continue, and I would have had to been destroyed.
Three daughters later, he had a son. At the age of fifty-two, he had a son. And, at the age of one hundred and fifty, he passed on. Of course, his male offspring had obtained me before then. He took me at the age of thirty-three, when he married. He married a woman less wonderful than his mother. I did not have the same wonderful talks as I had before.
They had a son right away. He was a nasty child, who was spoiled rotten by his mother. This family I despised.
It would be years until a family came along just like the first.
This man married a beautiful, young, vibrant girl. Flaming red hair…I will never forget that red hair. Her eyes sparkled. The two had a gorgeous young boy. Unfortunately, they never lived to see their son's second birthday.
Isn't it funny? Not a name I can remember, but those eyes and hair will always be with me.
I wish I could remember their names. I have never been good at remembering names. I cannot even remember my own name. In fact, I do not even know if I have been given a proper name. All I know, is that I am the Oracle.