#divrightevent

Headmaster Cristian leads you to a restricted section of the auditorium. The both of you walk a long and dark hallway. Unlike the typical modern decor the school has, the corridor is lit by only flaming torches. You can barely even see Cristian next to you. You’re left to your thoughts of what you could potentially encounter. Eventually, you reach what looks like an open door with runic inscriptions engraved at the top. αυτή που ξέρει όλα. You’re able to read ancient Greek as a god. The words written are as follow: “She Who Knows All.”

 You can’t turn back now, so you enter the room. Cristian leaves you behind with a curt nod and a stare from his dark, foreboding eyes. He doesn’t go in with you, as this is your task to fulfill. Inside, more torches and candles mysteriously light up the space with each step you take. In the middle, sitting on a wooden chair is the veiled corpse of a woman. There are various trinkets and offerings laid out by her feet. It looks as though she’s been dead for centuries. That is, until her eyes glow a bright white and she starts to speak to you. 

 “…I am the Oracle. A link between the mortals and the divine. Speaker of Prophecies. Tell me your name, seeker…”

with each step he took, henri grew even more uncomfortable. there was a fifty percent chance his encounter would go smoothly, or possibly great. the other half might mean he'd be given an unpleasant prophecy that could send him sprinting out of the auditorium. regardless of his current emotions, henri pressed on with a confident smile. after reaching the open doorway, he gave cristian one last glance and swallowed hard before entering the dark chamber. he allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness and gasped as the corpse in front of him sprang to life. 

 hand placed above his heart, henri bent forward slightly and gave the creature a polite bow. “my name is henri ridgemount. i am honored to be in your presence.”

Staring back at you with impassive expression, it is impossible for you to tell how she feels. The face that stares back at you with glowing eyes is devoid of emotion or expression. As she opens her mouth to speak, the audible clacking of bones and teeth clicking together is heard. Thus, divinity is breathed into the old, withered body. “…I see why she chose you to be her vessel…” Extending a long, bony finger, the Oracle beckons you to stare into her eyes properly, demanding respect from you in the presence of a highly revered being. “…Regal and confident… They will bow to you in turn…”

observant as ever, henri was able to catch something of significant importance from the oracle's statement. she? so he embodied a goddess? he gave himself a moment to ponder which one. however, he barely had a moment to think properly before his eyes gleamed with pure delight at her following words. he couldn't contain his excitement and giddily smiled. so far, his future was sounding amazing. “regal with people bowing to me. wow! so i'm to be royalty?” he asked, only to straighten himself up and stare into her gaze.

If the Oracle smiled, it was hard to tell from her words. “…Pride cast down kings and queens…. It would suit you well to heed your eagerness with a level head and clear mind….” The Oracle crackled, letting its words hover in the air. “…I provide answers to the world’s greatest questions… But tell me, are you worthy in your pursuit of godhood?” There is a lingering pause in the musty air with her question, the creaking voice almost reverberating with a divine power. “…Prove to me that you are deserving of my assistance. Answer me, young God:

She walks amidst a blue and green sea. A flowing dress to stop her sinking. Rows of eyes flutter, staring at me. Two for seeing, the rest unblinking.

Call her by her name.”

his face instantly fell at her warning. the cheerful grin and bubbly attitude was snuffed out like a flame. instead, he offered her a more humble demeanor and attempted to control his excitement. henri made a note to heed her words going forward. "i believe myself to be worthy, yes. i will do my best to prove it," he assured the oracle. then came the riddle. henri had to think for a bit, making sure his answer was correct. the hera-incarnate hummed before looking up to finally respond. “she is a peacock. graceful and beautiful.”

Satisfied with the answer, the Oracle remains impassive. Instead, the eyes fixated on you glow brighter, almost piercing into your soul. At once, the room begins to spin, almost swirling and transforming into a void of darkness. You blink once, and then twice. Before your very eyes, as the blurriness begins to clear, you find yourself sitting in the middle of a royal throne room. Clouds sweep beneath your feet, a golden crown aloft in your hair. Your body is naked, your bare bottom pressed against the cool, golden throne. A pale, sheer cape hangs over your shoulders, flowing down from your throne. It frames your toned, divine body nicely. Beside you, a large man sits in a throne identical to yours, his hand clasped in yours. His rough thumb runs along your knuckles, before tracing the beautiful, glimmering ring that is placed on your finger, as if it always belonged there. 

In front of your throne, two lines stretch as far as the eye can see. In the right line, women bow before you, some carrying children in their arms. They lay prone amidst the cloudy floor, offering prayers and words of worship in your name. It lingers like music to your ears. In the left line, couples of all sorts come hand in hand, kneeling and bowing before you. They carry rings in their hands, much like the one on yours, but they pale in comparison to its glimmer and beauty. Still, the couples approach the feet of your throne, kissing your feet and praying for your blessing, your hand upon their union. To them, you are the mother, their queen, the goddess deserving of their prayers.

You hear the Oracle’s voice in your head again. “…They will turn to you for guidance. They will bow before their queen. Judge them with fairness and let envy not cloud your eyes, or your reign will end as quickly as it began…”

the scene before him was straight out of a fairytale. henri was almost tempted to pinch himself. instead, he allowed the vision resume and reveled in the splendor of what could be his future. he looked to the man next to him, but for one reason or another couldn't focus entirely on his face. no matter, for henri felt safe and comforted by his presence despite him being a complete stranger. he could only assume the two of them were married, judging by the diamond ring stacked above a wedding band on his finger. deep inside, henri knew this was his husband. the sole individual destined to be with him for eternity. he felt happy with him, but couldn't shake the suspicion this was too good to be true.

 henri stood up from the magnificent throne, hand still latched with his husband's. “may you be married and start a family. i bless every single one of you with happiness. only death can separate you.” the words slip out of his mouth so naturally, as if he's spoken them hundreds of times before.

With that, the vision began to fade, almost as if a hand was pulling you up from underwater. The voices became more muffled, and the colors began to fade into darkness. It is only then that you return from your previous life into reality, laying on the dusty, wooden floor. The ancient advice rings in your eyes, the vision etched into your mind. With it, the Oracle remains on the wooden chair, eyes lifeless and body motionless, just as you had first seen when you entered. Taking it as your cue to leave, you exit from her chambers.