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Chapter 6: The Prophecy

Flashback

The passage was dull and gloomy, lit only by a few flickering candles. Wyatt picked his way carefully over the uneven floor making for a similarly dark cave just visible at the end of the passage. The silence was almost suppressing, broken only by the irregular dripping of water from the roof.

Wyatt cursed softly as he almost tripped over the skeletal remains of an unidentifiable creature. This was below him. He was the most powerful magical being, not just in this time but throughout all times. The Oracle should come to see him, not the other way round. It was beneath him to make this visit. "The Oracle has no respect" hissed Wyatt angrily, "She has no right to demand to see me." Wyatt had put off this visit for a few days to show the Oracle that he was not at the beck and call of anyone, but he was genuinely curious about what she had to say. 'What could she have seen?' he wondered. It must be important. The Oracle was pretty much a recluse. Never ventured out, would hardly ever converse with others. 'But now she's asked to see me. No, demanded to see me' Wyatt corrected

He reached the cave's entrance. There was a filthy woven mat on the floor but apart from that it was pretty much empty. Except for the Oracle. She looked like a small and bent old woman with matted grey hair, but Wyatt could see that her eyes belied her appearance. They were ice blue and piercing. 'This', Wyatt reflected 'was good, considering that she could see through time.'

"Welcome." The Oracle croaked, glancing briefly up from the small pool of murky water she was staring into.

Wyatt felt a stab of impatience and tried to quell his anger. At least until he had heard what the Oracle had to say, anyway. "Well?" he demanded haughtily.

"You would be wise to listen to what I have to say," responded the Oracle, slightly condescendingly. "The importance of what I have seen should not go ignored. Especially by you."

"Just get on with it," sneered Wyatt, "What should I fear?"

"It is well that you asked that," the Oracle answered, "for that is what I have seen. A being you should fear." She paused, her intense gaze stabbing into Wyatt's eyes. "A witch with the power to vanquish you. For ever."

"None have the power to vanquish me," replied Wyatt, arrogantly.

"That belief will be your downfall unless you listen to me." the Oracle snapped. "You believe that you are the most powerful magical being and few would dispute with that. However one does not necessarily need to be more powerful to vanquish you. There is one whose power comes from the same roots as yours, whose power has the strength to vanquish you. Your weakness lies in your ancestry, and so, in the blood tie that you share with your brother."

"Chris." gasped Wyatt, his mind reeling from the sudden shock. "You're saying that Chris has the power to vanquish me."

"Yes."

The Oracle's voice echoed and faded into the distance as Wyatt slowly came back to awareness in the present.

He became conscious that he was standing in the middle of the bedroom in his penthouse. It was night and the city outside was silent and lifeless. Wyatt wondered where Chris was. Whether Chris knew that he could vanquish Wyatt. And whether he would .

Chris, trying to sleep in one of the warehouses and shivering in the cold, could sense Wyatt's worry and turmoil. He wondered what was causing the chaos in Wyatt's mind but could sense nothing else from him. In any case Wyatt seemed not to have his attention on the resistance group, and for this Chris was glad. He had managed to warn them and they had promised that they would split up and get out of town.

Chris wondered what he was going to do next. He had nowhere to go, but he decided he would worry about that in the morning, as well as worrying about what Wyatt would do when his mind clarified.