The Oracle of Ages

by Fireflierzz

Three girls from separate Kingdoms find themselves thrown together and expected to save everyone from an impending Doom. Princess Primrose from the Sapphire Kingdom, the sorceress Daphne from the Opal Kingdom, and Amber, who doesn't exactly know where she's from. There's just one problem: How can they be heroes if they don't know anything about their destinies?

1. Before

Hello! This is my very first original fantasy story. I will try to post as often as I can in between writing chapters for The Yiga Warrior. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this story. It's something I've been waiting to write and share for a long time. It's like it's been buried in the back of my mind, but finally, it's clawed its way back to the front of my brain, forcing me to notice it. I think I will enjoy writing this kind of story. I also hope you enjoy it too!

Before

Today was like any other day.

Except it wasn't.

Today, the princess, the girl, and the sorceress were nowhere near each other, not suspecting anything.

No, they didn't know what was going to happen later that evening. They didn't know they were leaving the floating Kingdom of Sapphire, or the prince who awaited them on the ground. No, they didn't know a thing.

The princess woke up in her glimmering palace, in her canopied bed, adorned with furs, silks, and bead-lined cloths.

The sorceress woke up under the bridge, with her rags draped over her like a blanket, and her shivering, skinny legs shaking.

The girl woke up in her cottage, on her pile of hay, with a thick cloth draped over her, but not quite covering her toes.

The princess feasted on delicacies such as scones, egg rolls, and doughy bread stuffed with jelly, and flavored creme.

The sorceress picked at the scraps of food discarded on the rocky, bumpy road as she walked through the city.

The girl ate porridge, berries, and drank the fresh milk from the cow her father owned in the barn near her little cottage.

"I will be heading out today!" Said the princess, waving to her mother and to her father, the King and Queen on Sapphire.

The sorceress said nothing to the people passing by as she continued on through the winding, twisting, dark alleys in the city.

"Go collect some berries, and groom the horses." Said the girl's father, and the girl headed out, with a basket in hand, and went to the woods known as the Thicket.

The princess was oblivious.

The sorceress was quiet, and always listening.

The girl was cunning, and smart.

But the prince was still waiting.