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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ghostcat" data-source="post: 5040483" data-attributes="member: 30034">Been meaning to post this for a while.[sblock="Birth of an Oracle"]My name is Lydia Taylor and this is story of how I became one of the chosen ones.ChildhoodI was born to Justin and Myra Tailor and had a unremarkable, if not particularly happy, childhood. Although, it had always been made clear that father's tailor shop will go to my older brother Efram, father still took me on as his apprentice. Although I have acute short-sightedness, it does not prevent me from doing detailed stitching and mother and father want to ensure that I will always have a way of supporting myself.Childhood's EndThings changed suddenly on my 18th birthday, when I nearly burnt down the tavern where I was having my birthday party. I does not remember what happened as I was drunk at the time. According to the people who where there, my body suddenly burst into flame and set fire to my chair and the table I was leaning on. The innkeeper managed to quickly put the fire out. However, the most remarkable thing was neither my clothes or I were burn, they were just wet. My friends took me home and put me to bed. Almost immediately I started to dream.The DreamI am inside a building standing at the intersection of two corridors. The one directly in front of me is dark, while the one to my right is light. However, I cannot make out any details of what is down either corridor. The corridors behind me and to my left are shut off by looked doors.I start to walk down the corridor in front of me. At first, I can see normally but as I move forward the light starts to fade until it is pitch black and I can't see at all. After a few more steps, I fall down a flight of steps. At this point my awareness leaves my body and I see it on the floor, a broken heap at the foot of the stairs.Ten my awareness returns to the intersection and I start walking down the right-hand corridor. This time the corridor changes into a wide, sun-lit street lined with cheering crowds and nubile women, who throw themselves at me. With each step I take, I grow taller.At this point the dream ends.DecisionWaking up in the morning, I remembered every detail of the dream but dismissed it has been simply a drunken hallucination.Over the next few nights, I had the same dream sometimes several times a night. Gradually I realised that there was something slightly different each night. A wall was gradually been built over the right-hand corridor. At this point I realised that I had a decision to make and that I only had a short amount of time to make it. Finally the height of the wall was such that I could barely get over it. Also, unlike all the other time, when the dream ended I woke up. I then knew that my time had run out and I had to make a decision. "OK I give in you win. What do you want me to do."  No answer.The OracleI suddenly felt extremely tired immediately fell asleep. Instead of the usual dream, I had the first of a series of dreams, which taught me how to use my new powers. These dreams continued for several week. Then the wanderlust hit me so strong that I just had to leave. So I said my goodbyes and started on the glory road.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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