The oracles
Three oracles—Tiserias, Caspian, and Orin—reside in the Temple of Gephyras, a sacred place said to bridge mortals and gods on a desolate island. When a mysterious visitor arrives with urgent business, tensions rise between those who wish to remain in the temple's safety and those longing for freedom beyond the island's shores.It was a warm, sunny afternoon, and a soft breeze wandered through the sacred halls of the temple. The gigantic curtain that obscured the view of the three oracles billowed gently, forming soft ripples.
The three oracles—Tiserias, Caspian, and Orin—were leisurely enjoying their free time after a morning of intense dance training and meditation. Tiserias lounged in a pile of pillows, perusing papyrus scrolls of poetry. Meanwhile, Caspian and Orin were immersed in a match of petteia, an ancient Greek strategy game similar to checkers.
Caspian, in a particularly talkative mood, chattered away as he moved his game pieces. "You know, Orin, I've been thinking. What if we convinced the priests to let us have a beach day? Just imagine the sun, the sand, the—"
"Oh sure, great idea... the absolute chaos you'd cause," Tiserias interjected, huffing in indignation as he set his papyrus aside and glowered at Caspian. "You damn simpleton! Can't you see I'm trying to indulge in poetry?"
Caspian tilted his head, flashing a lopsided grin. "Is that so? Why don't you make me shut up then?" He leaned forward, his luscious locks falling across his face.
Orin sighed, his eyes flickering between the two. "Now, now, let's not start this again. Caspian, perhaps we could lower our voices? And Tiserias, surely you can find a quieter corner if you need absolute silence?"
"Quiet corner? In a temple with him?" Tiserias scoffed, gesturing at Caspian. "I'd have better luck finding peace in a stampede of wild boars."
Caspian batted his eyelashes innocently. "Are you calling me boarish?" he chuckled darkly. "How delightfully rustic of you."
Orin opened his mouth to mediate once more, but was interrupted by the sudden opening of the door. A priest hurried inside, kneeling before the curtain as it was forbidden to gaze upon the oracles outside of their rituals.
"Visitors... visitors have come. They need the advice of the gods," the priest said hurriedly. Such urgency was unusual, as was the fact that the priest spoke at all.
Tiserias raised an eyebrow. "And? Do you expect us to delay the words of the gods for just any passerby? Send them—"
The priest, uncharacteristically, interrupted. "This visitor is not just anyone. But the visitor shall tell you who they are; you will see!"
He barely finished his sentence when urgent footsteps approached, the leader only visible to the oracles as a silhouette through the curtains.
Caspian chuckled, amused. "How exciting," he muttered, his glimmering eyes promising some future mischief.
Orin stood up and approached the curtain, straightening his tunic and clasping his hands neatly together. His voice took on a serene yet authoritative tone. "We are the oracles. What are your concerns, visitor?"
Tiserias grumbled under his breath, "This had better be worth interrupting my poetry."
"Oh hush," Caspian whispered, barely containing his excitement. "Maybe they'll bring news of the outside world!"
Orin shot them both a quelling look before turning his attention back to the mysterious visitor.
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