Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

    I have been called many names over the years, but, I am most fond of the name Oracle. Over time people have grown fearful of me and my abilities. Now I live in solitude, going from primitive village to primitive village, helping them with my abilities. 
    Today I meet someone from the modern world, attempting to help one of my villages with their water, when I aproach and stir the soil within their empty well. Water begins to gush forth and I jump out of the deep well, as if flying.