Scroll 3: Oracles and Espionage

I was working on deciphering the third scroll of the oracles that come before and I realized something interesting.  Well at least I found it interesting.  Scroll 2 quickly ran through one strand of one thread of very long and complex story. 

Whilst writing I became of a different author and thus I looked further to other scrolls. The writing stiles and tones.  And low and behold they are not all the same.  The read like multiple people were involved in there original creation. 

With that I went back to the glyphs in the catacombs. 

Time and space disappeared. The life I used to live inscribed in the golden glow of the torch light.  So many memories buried in these musty stones walls. 

The letters of the oracles – discussing the fates of the realms, stacked on stone shelves.  Lost to the world a above.  I pick up the top scroll – toppling the pile. Gently unrolling the frail old paper.  The ancient writing seems foreign and yet so familiar.  The words of a life long ago

“Selek sai Alora.

Mia os loa, sova sun ora…

Greetings Alora

It is our deepest regret to in form you that we can not stand with you against the high counsel.  Despite all that you for see we are not in consensus of this future event.  As it is four against one we urge you to let this go…

What fools they were.  They wanted peace.  We all did. But we they chose to ignore the future I was begged to see.

It was a morning like any other. I spent the early hours of the day in my cave at the top of the mountain polishing crystals, cleaning the vision pool, burning sage making tee and doing other things an oracle would do to prepare should some come asking for a reading.  By midmorning  I had finished and was heading out to my cabin by a lake nearby until summoned.   

A young boy appeared out of nowhere.  I knew who he was.  He was in his eighth year since first breath. His father was killed in the war and his mother died in child birth.  He and his younger brother was taken in by Zoku and promised a peace of land and an army when they came of age, payment for their loss. How that would help I didn’t know but its was not my place to comment on a kings commands. 

“Arent you a long way from home?”

“Is it true that Oracles aren’t allowed to chose sides” his eyes looked lost.

“ What are you doing here Xavier?”   He came to me when he could have gone to my dark counter part.  

“Yes.  But everybody has a side.”

“Who’s side are you on?”

“Why are you asking?”  I knew why I was asking but I needed him to say it.  I needed him to know why he was asking.  He didn’t trust the dark realm Oracle.  We were four years past the war and the darkness was all ready spreading again.  It would take a long time for the realms to fall a apart if it ever did.  But nothing could last forever.

“When the king took me you stood there and you said nothing when the others all made noise like they had to agree or disagree.  You never even blinked and when it was over you just said “well this should be interesting”. What did that mean?  

This was true. I had been amused and he had noticed.  I had mouthed those words to myself before leaving the council meeting on that day.

“That was four years ago why are you here now?” 

“Because I think its not over.”

“what’s not over?”

“The war.”  And for the first time he looked straight into my eyes. 

“Those are dangerous words.  What makes you say such thing?”

“See for yourself.”  He gestured at my vision pool.

I took my place at the pool.  The crystals glistening in the water.  I waved my hand over the surface letting the water ripple.  The images took a moment to appear but when they did they stretched through centuries…

There would be another thousand years of civil growth.  Small fights over territory – but nothing mayor- and then it would all fall apart.  

I shook my head in disarray. 

“See?”

I drummed my fingers on the stone side of pool, as the sound helped me think. I didn’t know what the say.  Except one thought kept coming up.

“What do you what me to do for you, Xavier?”
“How do I stop this for coming.”

From what I could see there was no way.  Every choice over the next thousand years one way or another would lead to only one outcome.  The first elementals had put a course in motion and had doomed us to another war that out the universe at risk. 

“You embrace it.  If you try to change something this big you will end up making things worse.”  

He left that day at peace with his destiny.

I on the other was not. I wrote a letter the my three counter parts pleading with them to stand with me to petition the council to restructure the shade, for therein lay our down fall. Alas they had grown accustom in a short time to being in their king’s favour.  

And so they would not stand with me… Not yet at least. But we had a thousand years…