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The Oracle Enas, the eldest of the oracles besides the Sybil, sucked on a stick that emitted a chokingly horrible smoke that seemed to stick around her. She was still rather beautiful despite her old age, having not a wrinkle on her face and yellow eyes, her hands showed her age however with many wrinkles and age spots. It was almost like her hands had aged when her face had not.

Her eyes would remain on the crystal floor as she coughed hard a few times to gain the attention of a young attendant. She would point over to the woman in the blue dress. The attendant would walk over to the woman and guide her over to the Oracle Enas and once the woman would be within ear shot Enas would chuckle slightly "I thought you might like to speak to someone more your age" Enas said as she put down her stick and held out her hands "hands on mine" she said in a hoarse voice as she blew out some smoke.

The Oracle Enas chuckled slightly as she looked at Hysteria's hands "Are you asking for Hysteria or Artemisia... no I guess it does not matter" the oracle would whisper as she rubbed her wrinkled thumbs over Hysteria's hands before pulling away and picking up her still smoking pipe "You haven't lost your magic its just been bound inside you by a being that has the power to do so" Enas said as she twirled her pipe between her fingers before bringing it to her lips. She would take a long deep breath and she would hold it before finally letting it go and blowing the smoke upward in order to let it curl around the ceiling "What you once had dealt with the soul. Magic dealing with the soul was never rare in your line and it manifested in every queen all the way down to Hysteria, if she had been allowed to grow into her power she would have been able to control the spiritual flame and leave the body a shell, Its likely a lot of people were spared when she choked on that lemon tart. If she had been as nuts as you hide then everyone would have been screwed... Bellris would be the new Empire, but everyone would have been dead. You Bellris women tend to have problems when it comes to power" The Oracle Enas went off a little bit before grinning slightly "In order to gain your power back and feel whole again she used air quotes around whole before she took another intake of smoke "You will have to create a bracelet of blue whispers. It will suck away your outer appearance. The body you have now will slowly be replaced by the one you were meant to have before your first death. When this fake body is stripped from you the limitation placed upon the body by the greater one will be stripped away as well. The magic that was born within the body will return to the being as it wants it to and you will return to who you are supposed to be" The Oracle would say before shrugging and looking away from her "Until you start causing discrepancies again." The woman blew out the smoke one more, this time it came out blue and circled around the cloudy white smoke "A warning though. Like a body the soul will get weary and tired. The longer you go the more likely you will fall to faults as even the gods were once mortal in body and soul until they rose above all others... and they to had to die to get to the place they were meant to be, all you would be doing is delaying your process."

Alistair Drosselmeyer

spring had come to the land. it was a good thing for those that lived by farming. not that it mattered much. He felt even more tired then he had the night before. by this time the empire would either finally be under the rightful empress or the leaders would prove that they really could not see the forest for its trees. That mattered little to him, Alistair, as he made his way to the land of the oracles.

he felt his body hum as he looked at the crystal, images quickly flashing as he walked inside. he wondered how this worked. but he hoped who he met would be able to answer some questions.

When the crystal dragon landed the guards took no time moving in front of the crystal towers entrance "please stand still and be subject to inspection" the guard, a man taller then Xerseis but with black hair, silver eyes and dark skin, would say while the second guard would move forward and begin to pat the Lord down. Xerseis hair was gazed upon and then his neck would be subject to check, then hands would be placed upon his chest and slowly move down before being moved back up, his arms would be patted down before the guard would move onto his legs to do the same before moving back.

While he had been patted down the silver eyed guard would turn to someone that had come to the doorway and listen to the whispers before turning back once the inspection was done. The guard would announce "He carries no concealed weapons. Please remove your shoes and proceed inside. The Oracle Exi is located on second floor and will speak with you" The two guards would then step aside in order to let him pass.

When the Lord would eventually make it to the second floor the Oracle Exi would be sitting on a pillow and dressed in the purest white clothing made out of purest silk, his head and eyebrows were shaved off and paired with his youth the boy looked rather effeminate. The young boy would look up at the older male and grin "Welcome to the tower, one that has yet to see the fruit of his dreams"" the boy patted his knees "You've been the subject of quite a few topics recently, Defying fate when fate favours you has never worked in anyones favour. Everyone here has been debating as to how far you will go or if your desire for perfection will be your down fall." the boy tapped his knees once more beofore finally stopping "Sit sit, and ask away. I am at your service Lord Ababva"

Oracle Exi giggled in a way that made him look like a mouse with his the sides of his nose raised slightly and his mouth open to reveal to oversized front teeth "Nothing to important. The gods do not give us information that is irreverent so no one knows all the bits and pieces" Oracle Exi let his eyes roam around the second floor for a moment as if he was searching for someone before bringing them back to the count, tapping on his knees once again "We speak about how with your age and mannerisms it's unlikely that you will reach the completion of all of your dreams. We speak of which one you would most prefer to watch become the unreachable 'perfect fruit' that you will never be able to take a bite out of." Oracle Exi lowered his head but kept his eyes on the Phobosian Lord "Most are in agreement that you will watch your perfection fade away in order to better your house instead of yourself since you are fleeting but your house and descendants could remain hundreds of years beyond you." the Oracle Exi clicked his tongue before moving his head back up "One or two however think that you have a hidden narcissism that will keep you from falling from perfection but in turn destroy your house and lead to the loss of any seed you might plant for future generations."

The Oracle Exi smiled as he said this, almost as if such things were just normal conversations to have with people and in a way it was. He was always around oracles "As for fates hand in your doings" Exi closed his eyes for a moment as if he needed to think, the tapping on his knees stopping now in order to lay at rest upon his thighs before he opened them again "Fate is capricious. It is not associated with any god for the good reasoning that Fate comes before them. It is difficult for even the oracles to surmise because of how fickle it is, The great oracle Sybil has the best connection with it but as far as us less blessed can figure, Fate as a thing for gold" he raised one hand and curled his small fingers in order to point at his eyes, the tips of his fingers were scarred with tiny needle like dots "Those born with golden in the eyes are the favourites of fate while those that go collect it are the ones it tends to enjoy picking on" Exi put his hand back on his lap

"We are aware of only five at this time that have pure gold eyes, one of which is dead." Oracle Exi tilted his head slightly "You, The Ethen Duchess, The Dark Dragon King, and your late superior the Duke Achmetha who is dead but whos son inheirited them. As far as we are aware the golden eyes are a dominant feature that get passed down but we don't know why Fate chooses to bless the sons of those with golden eyes" Oracle Exi shrugged and started patting his legs again "Those with golden eyes are blessed by fate to reach great heights and to do great things, many are meant to become Kings, warlords, Leaders, and even more likely to rise to godhood upon death. All gods have golden eyes for some reason, Look at the statues of Agni, Leo, Mnelrolth, and Sol. The only gods that don't have golden eyes are the gods of the moon and they have silver which as far as we know mean they're abandoned by fate, and no one alive save our guard at the ground floor entrance has silver eyes so we've never been able to fully study that."

Oracle Exi tilted his head very slowly as his eyes would flash in iridescent blue and the smile upon his youthful face would fade as those pupils would continue to change between the dark brown he held to the light crystaline blue for a few more minutes before settling on the crystal blue, his cheerful voice had vanished "The more gold you have in your eyes the more you can see that is not of this world. The gods want them and when you die the gods will take your eyes and replace their own so that they can see the threads of fate and continue the work of the gods that have fallen." the oracles mouth opened and his lips formed an O "The one that wants your eyes is no god but one that knows of their ways and can use the whispers to gain whispers. The one that wants your eyes will use them to grab hold of the lines of fate that should have felt the burning of their sins befall them and she will slam down the silver scales of the god of justice"

The Oracle Exi raised one of his hands and spread his fingers appart, rolled his wrist and crushed something invisible in his fist before slamming it down on the floor and once again spread his fingers once more. The room would stop and all the buzzing noises of people talking would become silent while many came to look over at Oracle Exi as he then continued "A Castle will fall and thousands will die, from the souls a castle of whispers will form. Crystals holding white winged creatures...false gods that hold the power of gods, will wash up from a city far below a watery graveyard. They will reclaim all that is glass and begin what they began long ago and all those with leathery wings will be subject to gaze upon an army of hatred and power so terrible and great it became nothing in the end." Exi stared at the Lordly Phobosian

"When one can only hear whispers and is mostly deaf to the gods words they need someone else to relay the full message. The Empress only acted as a way to relay a request to bring you here as she can only hear whispers when the Oracles can hear full homilies. Lord Xerseis Ali Ababva, Count of Phobos, and Son of Zalto and Phobos. A god that grins in wickedly when he sees your Zalton blood mix with that of the Dark Dragons.Whom applauds how far you have come with your secrets and how you have molded your craft. Thalmas sees you and wants you to act as his heir." Exi came to a stop as if he was in real time translating and interpreting what the god wanted him to say "He wishes you to be it the highest power you can come in to but will not force your marriage to anyone you think is unworthy of the mighty dragons blood, however. Thalmas desires you to wear his crown and change one blessed by the moon and the mists into one blessed by Wys."

Oracle Exi looked at him with his unnatural blue eyes, a whisper could be heard behind him and the shape of a strange being would be seen by those with golden eyes for the briefest of moments. A very tall man with thing long white hair was bent over and whispering into Oracle Exi's ear, his eyes were hidden behind a mask of hanging metal strands and ivory horns protruded from his skull, his lips were hidden behind his large hand as he spoke into Exi's ear. The man would then turn his head just enough so that it would be clear that he knew that he could be seen. His thin bloodless lips would part to show teeth that were made of sharp pieces of metal that had slid down from his gums as if he had grown them in place of the natural bones that others had.

Oracle Exi would widen his eyes in surprise for a moment before nodded "Those born to the yoke of the throne have always held two traits passed down to each generation that gave them the power to come as far as they have. To rule the unruleable which many over the years have chalked up to unparallelled charisma and to render fates by changing a persons path. The last to have the former was Emperor Marik while the last to have the latter was the exiled Prince Zigfred." The Oracle stopped speaking as the white haired man began to speak to him once more, his words wouldn't be heard by any others except for the oracle however and he would soon flicker from sight as if the eyes could no longer see him. The oracle would nod again and say "The gods never say anything straight." The young Oracle Exi seemed a little exasperated "The one blessed by moon and mist is the granddaughter of the last to rule the unruleable and the niece of the last to render fates. She has had her fate torn by the exiled prince and thus who she was meant to have a true bond with has been lost." a long pause "She has neither of theses abilities but within the children she was once destined to have they will return along with pure magic that has been lost since the first Empress and the mother of the Starlit maiden. Five children blessed to have the primordial power given only to monsters and those that have no temples." the boy tapped his hands against his knees as his eyes flashed between brown and blue once more "Because her fate was broken any true bond has been lost, but based on what Thalmas sees in you. He thinks that if you are looking for immediate love that you should look elsewhere but that if you are looking for your house to transcend you will find none better to bring out the highest form of power from your bloodline. It is likely that love will need much work on both sides. The empire will become strong and respected again with an Empress of war and and Emperor of thoughts, but that true bond must be retwisted from a fray. Thalmas thinks the choices you make could make fate rage and give you the ability to create your own bond with whomever you wish."