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She hears something akin to a chuckle resonate through her mind. "Why child, a question has more purposes than one. It is not for me, for all I might wish to know I am already aware of. The question was for you." The image seems to shift, fixating on particular events, particular stories. Some seem to contradict one another, however, a single scene depicting her own death, another depicting her on her father's throne. An array of potential futures, some horrifying and others merely confusing. "Fate is a fickle mistress. She will lead you through good or ill, all towards the inevitable end. But she is far from all powerfu, and aside from your destined demise there are a hundred possible paths open to you. If you but reach for them."
Two images appear in Raven's mind. The first depicts a tall, pale figure clad in black. He seems to be wielding a sword, facing a warior clad in flames. The image depicts the pale figure's blade striking true, even as the warrior's fist rips his head off. The second image is of a planet, seen from afar. Not quite a planet, no..... a space station. A construction of ungodly size, surrounded by a strange haze of twisting runes and wires. Around it orbit two smaller stations, each equipped with a mighty cannon. However, it was all overgrown, quite probably completely nonfunctional.
"Merely by interacting with you, I give you a chance to change your fate, girl. This is a chance few are given, even among the greatest of heroes. When the time comes, place faith in your own strength. For if you do not, all may fall." With these parting words, the being seems to recede from raven's consciousness. As if it had never truly been there at all. At the same time, she would feel an undead approaching her, Mithiash having picked up on her aura.
She hears something akin to a chuckle resonate through her mind. "Why child, a question has more purposes than one. It is not for me, for all I might wish to know I am already aware of. The question was for you." The image seems to shift, fixating on particular events, particular stories. Some seem to contradict one another, however, a single scene depicting her own death, another depicting her on her father's throne. An array of potential futures, some horrifying and others merely confusing. "Fate is a fickle mistress. She will lead you through good or ill, all towards the inevitable end. But she is far from all powerfu, and aside from your destined demise there are a hundred possible paths open to you. If you but reach for them."
Two images appear in Raven's mind. The first depicts a tall, pale figure clad in black. He seems to be wielding a sword, facing a warior clad in flames. The image depicts the pale figure's blade striking true, even as the warrior's fist rips his head off. The second image is of a planet, seen from afar. Not quite a planet, no..... a space station. A construction of ungodly size, surrounded by a strange haze of twisting runes and wires. Around it orbit two smaller stations, each equipped with a mighty cannon. However, it was all overgrown, quite probably completely nonfunctional.
"Merely by interacting with you, I give you a chance to change your fate, girl. This is a chance few are given, even among the greatest of heroes. When the time comes, place faith in your own strength. For if you do not, all may fall." With these parting words, the being seems to recede from raven's consciousness. As if it had never truly been there at all. At the same time, she would feel an undead approaching her, Mithiash having picked up on her aura.