The deep chime of the Gong of Epochs reverberated through the Grand Temple, shaking the air and whispering ancient secrets into every corner of the colossal chamber. Smooth black-and-white marble tiles, etched with glowing golden veins, stretched endlessly beneath a sky where stars twirled in real-time above domed crystal ceilings. The port of Eltherion, the heart of the Twelve Realms, lay bustling below, yet up here in the Sanctum of Seekers, silence was a sacred law. Until now.
Ten high-priests stood in stunned silence at the altar, their flowing silver robes lined with sapphire accents, casting an eerie shimmer under the ethereal light. Before them, rising to her feet on the circular pentagram mat that now pulsed an ominous red, was the girl everyone had thought was merely a novice—a playful participant in the fete, dressed in a costume that was the very antithesis of reverence.
Her costume—a white bikini adorned with playful black cow spots—seemed utterly preposterous against the solemnity of the sacred temple. Her headband, tipped with pink cow ears, tilted slightly as she shook her head to regain composure. She adjusted the oversized spotted bowtie on her neck and absently fluffed the white cuffs that adorned her wrists, a stark contrast to the overwhelming solemnity around her. Yet, despite the absurdity of her outfit, her golden eyes burned fiercely, a stark intensity they had not seen before.
“Who are you to disrupt the Great Awakening?” barked High Keeper Vorghan, his sharp features tightening. His towering, angular frame reflected his authority, a commanding presence framed by his long, braided silver hair that caught the shimmering light like threads of liquid steel. His ornate staff slammed into the resonant floor for emphasis, vibrations threatening to unnerve even the stars above.
The girl took a moment to orient herself, breathing deeply. Her petite figure, while framed in an outfit meant to provoke humor, held a surprising gravity under the surreal air of the temple. Her skin glinted faintly in strange light, as if kissed by the very stars that watched from above. She met Vorghan’s gaze and smirked faintly, the edges of her lips curling with audacious confidence.
“Didn’t mean to crash your fancy chanting club,” she said, her voice dripping with irreverence. “I was told there’d be a party up here. Didn’t realize I’d drop in on the fate of the universe or whatever this is.” She glanced at the glowing pentagram mat beneath her. “Gotta say, though, talk about an entrance.”
The priests exchanged uneasy glances. Humor had no place in sanctified spaces, and this was no ordinary arrival. The Gong of Epochs only rang when the Oracle—a being chosen by the Constellations themselves—was summoned. For centuries, the prophecies spoke of this day but never in the sacred texts did they mention… this.
“You mock the traditions of the Twelve Realms,” Vorghan seethed, stepping closer. His staff emitted a hum as immense cosmic energy gathered at its apex. “I shall ask again. Who. Are. You?”
The girl tilted her head thoughtfully, reading the rising hostility in his searing violet eyes. Then, as casually as if she were discussing the weather, she replied, “Name’s Dani. Just Dani. I don’t know what’s happening, Big Guy, but your magic floor called me here. So, maybe you tell me who I am.”
Vorghan flinched as the Constellation above them flared unnaturally bright—an unexpected response. The “novice” stood at the heart of preordained destiny. The air thickened, charged with an almost unbearable energy. The cow-spotted attire now seemed to Dani like an unintended cosmic joke, a clash of profane and divine that couldn’t have been more on-brand for the mess her life had become.
Moments ticked by in tense silence until one of the younger priests ventured forward, his voice trembling. “Keeper Vorghan… the Constellations—I believe they have chosen her!”
Vorghan suppressed a grimace, but his hand tightened on his staff. “Impossible. She’s a woman-child playing dress-up.” He pointed a gnarled finger at Dani. “What broken star summoned this?”
Something in Dani snapped at his words. She planted her bare feet firmly on the floor, disrupting the glowing red pentagram beneath her. To her shock, and perhaps amusement, the pentagram pulsed brighter, responding as though it recognized her as its rightful owner. The energy surged upward, engulfing her for a split second, and she cried out, the contours of her being shifting. A spectral image of a horned cow-like deity flickered briefly above her, its massive presence making every being in the temple drop to one knee.
When the light subsided, she stood straighter, trembling slightly from the effort of staying upright. Her playful smirk had softened into something resembling raw determination. “Listen, Grandpa Gandalf,” she began, her tone low but unyielding. “I didn’t ask to be here. But whatever this ‘Oracle’ gig is, it looks like your gods have a sense of humor. So unless you wanna fight destiny itself, I’d suggest you start explaining why the hell marble-moo girl is suddenly anointed queen of the cosmic cow pen.”
The temple erupted into murmurs. Vorghan’s composure visibly faltered as he stared into Dani’s fiery gaze. Against all odds, against all prophecies, it was clear: the Oracle of the New Epoch had arrived, dressed for the occasion—or perhaps, destiny had dressed her for it.
Genre: Fantasy/Adventure
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