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  The visions were still there. Even after days of doing nothing but trying to right them, they still both lingered in her mind. Oracle closed her eyes, and choked on a sob. Even when she wasn’t trying to, the two pathways were still at the edge of her sight. When she couldn’t hold the vision back any longer it came. The first was the better of two.

There she was, standing in the center of a circle of Nightwings. She smiled at them as they cheered, her mother and father standing proudly behind her. They loved her, and she loved them back. Everything was good. She was happy. Then suddenly the vision shifted and fell out of sight. The forest around her turned black with smoke and fire. Dragons screamed and cried. Then out of the ashes Oracle emerged. She was grinning, and her mouth was covered in blood that was not her own. A dragonet cried out in horror when she approached, and Oracle licked her lips maliciously.

  Another scream filled the air and the vision crumbled away. Oracle was trembling, and the tears flowed openly. They had only appeared the day before last, but they had been enough to shock her. Seven years old, she should be able to handle these visions on her own, but she was terrified. No one else knew, and Oracle would give anything to keep it that way. She couldn’t have her friend or family looking at her like that; like she was some sort of demon of destruction.

  Then she felt something in her chest, like something was trying to be pushed out. She shrieked as the headache stabbed her like a spear, and the words came in a dry, crackling voice not her own:

                                                                  Touched by darkness
                                                                  Cradled by time
                                                                  Oh weary dragoness
                                                                  Which mountain to climb

                                                                    The talons you grasp
                                                                    The future you chose
                                                                  Or the exile you clasp
                                                                  And the future you lose

  Her voice caught and shuddered, and the words were gone. Her breath rattled, and her mind was spinning. The prophecy was for her, but she understood none of it. Everything was out of control. Her futures were clear, but no matter how hard she had tried, the could not tell how to change them. She looked up through her teary eyes, and could see the glimmer of the Nightwing village through the trees. Her tribe, her friends, her home.

  No, no she could do this on her own. She slowed her breathing, and the sobs subsided slowly as she tried to take rein of her thoughts.

  “Focus. You can figure it out if you try hard enough”, she murmured into the darkness. “No one has to die because of me.”

  This, children, is why we never rush into stupid decisions, and post first drafts.
  Next in her story: zeniththeskywing.deviantart.co…

Description
  The visions were still there. Even after days of doing nothing but trying to right them, they still both lingered in her mind. Oracle closed her eyes, and choked on a sob. Even when she wasn’t trying to, the two pathways were still at the edge of her sight. When she couldn’t hold the vision back any longer it came. The first was the better of two.

There she was, standing in the center of a circle of Nightwings. She smiled at them as they cheered, her mother and father standing proudly behind her. They loved her, and she loved them back. Everything was good. She was happy. Then suddenly the vision shifted and fell out of sight. The forest around her turned black with smoke and fire. Dragons screamed and cried. Then out of the ashes Oracle emerged. She was grinning, and her mouth was covered in blood that was not her own. A dragonet cried out in horror when she approached, and Oracle licked her lips maliciously.

  Another scream filled the air and the vision crumbled away. Oracle was trembling, and the tears flowed openly. They had only appeared the day before last, but they had been enough to shock her. Seven years old, she should be able to handle these visions on her own, but she was terrified. No one else knew, and Oracle would give anything to keep it that way. She couldn’t have her friend or family looking at her like that; like she was some sort of demon of destruction.

  Then she felt something in her chest, like something was trying to be pushed out. She shrieked as the headache stabbed her like a spear, and the words came in a dry, crackling voice not her own:

                                                                  Touched by darkness
                                                                  Cradled by time
                                                                  Oh weary dragoness
                                                                  Which mountain to climb

                                                                    The talons you grasp
                                                                    The future you chose
                                                                  Or the exile you clasp
                                                                  And the future you lose

  Her voice caught and shuddered, and the words were gone. Her breath rattled, and her mind was spinning. The prophecy was for her, but she understood none of it. Everything was out of control. Her futures were clear, but no matter how hard she had tried, the could not tell how to change them. She looked up through her teary eyes, and could see the glimmer of the Nightwing village through the trees. Her tribe, her friends, her home.

  No, no she could do this on her own. She slowed her breathing, and the sobs subsided slowly as she tried to take rein of her thoughts.

  “Focus. You can figure it out if you try hard enough”, she murmured into the darkness. “No one has to die because of me.”

  This, children, is why we never rush into stupid decisions, and post first drafts.
  Next in her story: zeniththeskywing.deviantart.co…