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[abzu]

"you could of started with that piece of news." he says with a sigh as he got up. Straightening his clothes and smoothing down his hair he looks to the commander. "so where is she?"

[CrimsonMoon]

The commander opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by a sing son voice," here, lord," a young woman enters the tent, pitch black curls cascading down her slender back, her fair skin glowing faintly in the torch light. Her bright blue eyes locked with his. She was brave for a woman but... She was an oracle after all

[abzu]

The General raised and eyebrow and smiled charmingly at her "well here you are. Have a seat please." he pulled out a chair for her to sit on. It was one of two in the room that was around a small table in the middle of the tent. He dismissed the commander.

[CrimsonMoon]

The oracle neatly settles down and nods faintly to the Commander as he leaves before turning back to the General,"... What is your name?" She asks, her voice almost a song yet soft as silk...

[abzu]

The general settles in the chair across from her. He rests his hands on the table twining his fingers together. "My name? Tristan Theoclis." He responds, his eyes taking in her appearance, every detail about her.

[CrimsonMoon]

She seems to realize how much he was scrutinizing her and glares icely straight into his face," So are you going to stare or use your words? I can only iterprept the Gods' will, not mortals.." She muses softly

[abzu]

Tristan smiled not embarrassed at being called out. "I apologize you are the first oracle I have ever seen." He stopped scrutinizing her. "so how is this supposed to go?"

[CrimsonMoon]

She stares at him in silence for a few moments before murmuring," The barbarians say they have a spirit, the soldiers say you have a ghost, but you say that you have a human... Do you have the shaft of the arrow that struck you?" She asks softly

[abzu]

Tristan went to object about him saying the girl was just a human. He mainly said that so he wouldn't scare the men. But he didn't say anything and just nodded as he got up and fetched the arrow. He brought it back to the table and laid it in front of her.

[CrimsonMoon]

She takes the shaft from it, turning it over in her hands a few moments... She suddenly snapped it in half with a loud crack

[abzu]

(sorry its taking a bit my computer is being slow)

Tristan watches with slight confusion. He remains silent waiting for something.

[CrimsonMoon]

Instead of splintering, the shaft suddenly drops into a thick sand, only the arrow head remaining. The Oracle looks at him and smiles weakly," My, my, General..."

[abzu]

Through out the whole thing he leaned closer and closer. He looks at her with guarded worry. "so I guess that isn't good is it?" he asks with forced humor.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'm afraid not... The Emporer is dead," she says very quietly, frowning faintly

[abzu]

"what?!" he exclaims in disbelief. "wouldn't we of been alerted?" he asks.

[CrimsonMoon]

" It happened not log ago... A messenger is not even half way across the empire..." The oracle murmurs,"... But... Titus... He is not the heir any longer..."

[abzu]

"what do you mean he isn't the heir? He is the bloody blooded heir!! He is the emperors son!!" Tristan exclaims growing angry.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Not any more... You are," She whispers, closing her bright eyes, her voice suddenly growing powerful yet still feminine," And you have many challenges, many grievances you will have to survive.... You will leve the front but your war is far from over..."

[abzu]

Tristan buries his face in his hands "I don't want to be an emperor." he mumbles softly. Listening to her words but not letting everything sink in yet.

[CrimsonMoon]

" And you may not live to be." Her strange, disembodied voice replies