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No such thing as wishes fulfilled Temple
Today, High Priestess Nila gave Kirai, a novice priestess and me, a task. Or more like run an errand to me. But either way, I was glad to take a breather from the training. After nearly a month of being confined, I ventured out of the Grand Temple grounds for the first time. I heaved an ecstatic, excited giggle. I thought I almost died with the heavy training for priestesses. The unwilling priestess apprentice. My only mistake was vandalism on the ancient trees, but the punishment obviously tested my morality and life’s virtues. Which I have in me, but High Priest Romou doesn’t buy it. I walke...
Beyond the veil
Incense dripped from a holder hung high in the corner of the tent. The cloying scent filled his lungs, coating him with satin inside as well as out. He sank further down into the mound of pillows that had been arranged on the bench in the waiting area, a fuzzy mist beginning to settle over his mind. The silken material stuck slightly to his sweaty palms and to the undersides of his knees. The ceiling drapes and the curtained walls rippled as a cool night breeze passed the tent’s entrance, the fresh air tugging at the smoke. Another deep breath helped to clear his head, helped keep the slight d...
It started with Three: An Empath, A Seer, and the legendary Oracle
Humans are like machines creating an endless pattern that in turn becomes our life, much like the code that bind machines. Like those machines people fall into their old ways and settle into becoming just anowww.onedoor.ccther part of the background. The endless drone of life becoming something else Entirely shielding us from what we are supposed to see. That shield leaves us with a false sense of reality. Things are not always as they seem. Especially in an old town full of mystery and death. The first rule of coming back to reality was accepting that death was part of life as hard for most but for Juliet ...
The Oracle on the Hill
The bounty hunter rode through the valley, an empty canteen and loaded gun banging at his thigh. The sun beat down on him, causing his open-throated shirt to be soaked with sweat. He wanted a beer. Whether it be unexcitingly flat or painfully bubbly, he wanted one. But first, shade. Something that couldn’t be found in this winding valley at high noon. The mule underneath him seemed to be tired of the heat as well, but what did he care? It had been free, after all. Stolen from the last man he hunted down. He had already forgotten the man’s name, but he remembered the price: twelve dollars even....