The first night, the shadows laughed. By dawn, I had learned to make fire from grief.
When the temple gates opened again, the High Oracle waited. For the first time in a century, she bowed. i won't lose! ~30 days a priestess
I lifted my chin. The staff in my hand was no longer cracked—it was blazing with soft, steady light. The first night, the shadows laughed
The temple gates groaned shut behind me. No army. No blessings. Just a threadbare robe and a cracked wooden staff. The first night
But I am not them.