The Oracle – Part I – Shun P. Writes… dot com

She sat in the darkened room that was heavy with the smell of stale cigarettes and the wafting odor of mildew from the pile of clothes in the corner.

She stared at her shaking hands holding the burning ember of the tobacco – fuming at her station in life.

Those failures that tormented and stood in judgment of her serial derelictions darkened her countenance, but it should have mattered none, because her family loved her more than most.

The only thing she owned was a title and a hollow one at that – she was the oldest daughter, but it was bearing witness to the accomplishments of her siblings that didn’t fill her with pride. Instead it sent her into a jealous rage in alternating shades of green, her petty instances of jealousy went under the radar until the time of reckoning came to pass.

What she was promised ran in contrast to mandate that she was given and the lessons imparted by the Elders, but the potential for redemption and an opportunity to show that she wasn’t a failure in the eyes of the collective was a siren song …