“Do I have shoes somewhere?” I ask, looking around. Swift pointed under the bed and I leaned over and grabbed them, thankful that I wore pants to bed. I slipped the soft material over my cold feet. I stood on the ground and stretched deeply, arms extended and fingers laced high over my head. I yawn deeply.
  “What’s an oracle?” I ask, standing straight.
  “Someone with a connection to the Goddess. But some people skip the middle man and go straight to the dealer, you know?” Swift explains.
  “Like an audience?”
  “Something like that, yea.”
  I nod and twist my back to pop the joints.
  Turret waves me out the door telling me we need to get a move on. I trot out of the door and stand next to him. He starts walking down the long corridor to the left. I try to get a gander at my surroundings but the Captain didn’t make that easy. I nearly had to run to keep up with his apparently leisurely stride. Soon we stop in front of an ornate, black granite door guarded by to statues that looked like Death. It almost looked like they had glowing red eyes.
  He motions for me to take the wrought iron handle. At First I shake my head no, this was freaking me out a little and I really don’t want to mess with it. He keeps nudging me forward though so in the end I concede.
  Gripping the cold iron a give it a tug and the huge door swings open easily. I feel a cold breeze and see nothing but a thick darkness. I look back and Turret gives me an encouraging smile. I smile back softly and look back at the impenetrable darkness. I take a long, deep breath and step into it.
  At first, I don’t see anything. As I had suspected, I was blind. The only thing I can hear is my own short, slightly frantic breath. Suddenly, I am flooded with a bright light and when it dims down I am in the presence of a ghostly woman. I felt like I should know her.
  “I am very aware that you do not remember me, Royal one. But I do not offer any explanation to you about your past, before you ask.”
  “Why?” I ask quietly.
  “You need to learn it on your own. You will benefit from it, I am sure.”
  I shiver lightly at the implications of what that could mean.
  “As the Goddess and the Spirit Healer. I have the power to bring forth your true race. It should have been done years ago but your parents thought they knew better. Oh well. What has been done, has been done. It cannot be changed now. You will not remember any of this I am sure. So for now, you shall sleep.” And with the soft command, I was in the hazy dreamscape that is slumber.
  It seemed like an eternity before I was awake again, and as I groaned into life my head pounded. I sat up slowly and pressed the heels of my palms into my temples. I look around and see that the light is dim, and in front of me was a mirror. I stand as slowly had sat up.  
  I didn’t recognize the woman in the reflection. Her hair was red as flame, and her eyes glowed a leafy green. She was clothed in mail that jingled when she moved, a short sward strapped to her side, and a strange book in her hand. I look down and see that I also hold a book. I look up again. I turn and she turns. My god, this is me.
  Suddenly I feel a pull at my center of gravity. And all of a sudden I am thrown out of the same door I came in. I smack my head on the cold stone  as the rest of me lands with a softer thud. I get up on my hands and knees to rub the spot I cracked. Looking around I see that Swift and the Captain were sleeping on shabby pallets.
  Waiting for me.
  I sneezed and Turret woke up scared half to death. He sat up and looked around, brandishing his claymore. Swift jumps up sharply and has his sword drawn, looking quite menacing.
  “It’s only me.” I whisper mutely. Swift relaxes, and the Captain falls over and starts snoring.
  “So, what’s up with you now?”
  “Not to sure. She’s one mysterious bitch, to put it lightly. All she left me was this book.” I shake the blue leather bound thing in the air.
  “I’m a Blood Elf though.” I say batting my eyes.
  He laughs softly. Turret turns over and says, “I suggest you read that, small one.” And he flops back over and starts snoring again.
  I hum an affirmation and crack the spine softly, and I immerse myself in the words written there. I read past the stretch of the moon and into the rise of the sun. After an hour of sunlight, I get up and stretch deeply, my butt hurting. I walk out of the stronghold quietly, and I look to find a class trainer.