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Beth's encounter with the Oracle

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I make my way through the dense trees to a clearing I’d never really cared to look for. The ground was covered in light fog and the darkness seemed to darken as I neared it. Toxic mushrooms glistened and glowed even. I swipe at a spider web as I focus on a glimmer of light ahead of me. I think to myself how  I wish I didn’t have to walk.
I near the clearing and push the branches of a tree away so I can move through into the round sanctuary of the wisest being in either worlds.
In the middle of the clearing was a bonfire with brilliant blue flames illuminating the area an eerie shade of teal. I look around quickly, there’s a log on the far side, covered in potions and journals. Flowers covered the area. As I step in I notice a mushroom circle, lining the edges of the clearing. I’m careful not to step on any of the precious truffles.
I find the oracle hunched over his potion stand. His skin was a smooth pale and covered in intricate tattoos. His head was shaved, and he wore a ripped robe.
He looked up at me as I entered the clearing. He stood, and to my shock, he was tall and thin, in perfect health it looked, but what shocked me the most were his all white eyes. He had no iris, no pupil.
“What brings you here, Evil Angel?” He says, his voice gentle and deep.
I dismiss his insult of a name and salute him. “Oracle.” I greet him. “I am here to ask a favor.”
“A favor for an Evil Angel, interesting.”
I clench my jaw and keep my fist from shaking. “I will be doing a body transfer, on myself, and an nonliving body.”
The Oracle is quiet for a moment. Then his white eyes widened. “You need the gift of life!”
I lick my lips as they begin to chap. “I was told you have my answers.”
He nodded fast and beckoned me closer with his long fingers.
I cross the clearing quickly and join him by the rotting piece of wood.
“Do you see this log?” He whispers. “It too, appears to be lacking life. Except, look closer, the moss that grows on its decaying bark is full of life, and therefore, the log once again, has life. Do you understand?” He says, smiling at me with a crooked smile.
“It’s not the host that needs the life?” I say, mindlessly.
“Precisely.” He turns his whole body to me and places his index and middle finger on my chest, in-between my collarbones. His touch was almost nonexistent. “The life of an object comes from what surrounds, and lives in it.”
I smile and move to touch the same spot on my neck that he had.
He smiles like a child and turns from me. When he returns to face me, he has a tiny bag in his hand, he takes my hand in his and places the satchel in my hand. “But in case that doesn’t work, try this.”

As I’m leaving the clearing I hear from the Oracle; “Open your wings, Evil Angel!” And with that, I do as he says and leap into the air.
A tidbit. :o
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