ｄｅｃｅｍｂｅｒ ｇｉｌｌｉａｎ ｍａｓｏｎ
ｈｏｓｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｏｒａｃｌｅ ｏｆ ｄｅｌｐｈｉ
ｆｉｆｔｅｅｎ ａｎｄ ｃｏｕｎｔｉｎｇ
ｈｏｓｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｏｒａｃｌｅ ｏｆ ｄｅｌｐｈｉ
ｆｉｆｔｅｅｎ ａｎｄ ｃｏｕｎｔｉｎｇ
ｍｏｏｄ: troubled
ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ: ...
ｏｔｈｅｒｓ: council members
ｗｈｅｒｅａｂｏｕｔｓ: Cabin Head Meeting
ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ: ...
ｏｔｈｅｒｓ: council members
ｗｈｅｒｅａｂｏｕｔｓ: Cabin Head Meeting
December flashed slightly crooked teeth. "Too bad, Riles. You wanna oracle, you get the nicknames. I think it's a good deal." She scrunched up her face for a moment, as if in pain. "So maaaybe I've had one coming on for a little while now. They're sort of like migraines, in that way." Or maybe it was just a migraine. She never could tell before it happened. "But let me see that letter," she said halfheartedly, still looking slightly troubled. Before her fingers could even touch the paper, though, her whole body went rigid, stiff as a board, trembling slightly, and her eyes glowed an unnatural green. The voice that came out of her mouth was not her own. It was deeper and more mature, that of a grown woman, and extremely ancient sounding at the same time.
"To the pit of Hell
Where the Darkest Dwell,
A Soul Abducted by the night.
A cruel scheme that must end in fight.
Death and Darkness joined by hand
Bring the end to the Above Land
A crew of 15 must set sail
But beware the one who is ail
The End of Days taken to time
Must be saved by the chime." the Oracle intoned grimly.
She shuddered and then seemed to come back to herself, a hand on her head. "Gods, that always feels so weird. I need to sit down." She took a seat in a chair, and glanced around at the rest of them. "Happy now?" she asked in a half joking voice, and then sombered. "It was bad, what I said, right? Bad for everyone."
ｏｕｒ ｆａｔｅ ｃａｎｎｏｔ ｂｅ ｔａｋｅｎ ｆｒｏｍ ｕｓ; ｉｔ ｉｓ ａ ｇｉｆｔ．
