Summoning the last vestiges of his will, Alerion journeyed to seek counsel from the Oracle, to find a salve for his suffering spirit. As he approached the Oracle’s haven — a dwelling part temple, part nature — he said, “Wise Oracle, my soul is a dark cavern, brimming with shadows. I beseech you to show me the path to sunlight.”
The Oracle, draped in robes of celestial hues, listened attentively, her eyes twinkling like constellations in the night sky. Then, she stood and vanished through a curtain of ivy. Alerion felt adrift, like a leaf suspended in mid-air, but he waited.