//anyone miss me?\\
Leaven walked around a bit, clearing his head.
-"Ughhh..."
The same man that was with him earlier came over.
-"Ah brother, not be doin' too good, are we? Try some readin', it be help."
-"You already suggested something that "be help". It didn't turn out very helpful, to my memory. Then again, you have a point."
He turned around, and walked out of the kitchen.
Walking through a pathway lit by torches, he reached the central area. He came to one of the walls near the area, and took out a book that was sitting on one of the panels. He opened it at a random page.
Iban, once an overly powerful mage
Then later became an all-knowing sage.
He form'ed a cult, called the Nightshade
Consisting of people begging his aide.
So lived the Nightshade in peace and their pleasure
'Till four youngsters came looking for treasure.
They were indeed an odd little bunch
But Iban let THEM in; he had a strange hunch.
Ogen and Celer, Leto and Leaven
All the four kids were basically even.
They each had a power deep in their hearts
And it was indeed not dealing cards.
Celer the gale, a fast little bugger
Could have any quick mugger.
However, as soon as he saw a much stronger man
He looked for a small road and he ran and he ran and he ra-
Felix threw the book down.
-"Argh, who writes this crap?!"
He then took out another book, this time actually reading what was on the cover. The book was titled, in a neat cursive writing, "Recordings of the Oracle". Ah yes, he thought, the Oracle. Everyone had a bit of trouble with their futures that were told. The problem was not of the futures themselves; it was extracting information from the mystic language the Oracle spoke in. Leaven opened the first page.
User: Holthion C.
Date: Yanvar 46, 6943.
Prophecy:
"-We won't lose hate the night we walk in the light reflection."
Possible translation: Love awaits you when you join the cult.[/i]
Fulfilled: Yes.
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User: Voda H.
Date: Fevral 34, 6943.
Prophecy:
"-Life hurries us in our tenth friendship."
Possible translation: Your death is soon.[/i]
Fulfilled: Yes.
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User: Leto T. M.
Date: Ijun 21, 6944.
Prophecy:
"-We will lose an entity in the next's bed."
Possible translation: Be on the lookout for a date.[/i]
Fulfilled: No.
Leaven put down the book, and looked straight ahead of him. His head was buzzing.
-"What the hell...? Leto already went. I think I should try it out sometime, too."
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Steorra came closer to Darak.
-"Oh? And what would this mean...? Oh wait. Does this somehow include the gentleman with the white hair in this battle in some special way?"
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Ein nodded to Marshal, and rolled ahead in his machine.
-"If these fools think they can get away that easily, they are WRONG!"