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She had seen this moment coming for long now, and remained silent about it, knowing there was much she could change. When it came to her Seeings, she could influence outcomes by telling others, but if she was involved in the Seeing, the outcome was much less likely to change.</i><br/><br/>The world was at peace, long before history was written down. With the gift of the Oracles, they helped facilitate the peace. That was until a secret group began working in the shadows. Intent on controlling the Oracles at any cost, they began sabotaging the Seeings and abducting her kind. If the Oracles didn't yield to their will, they would have them killed in a way that dishonored their sacred rites. The world's Oracles became numbered, and Guardian's duties became burdensome. Some turned to alternative methods of protecting their Oracle; black magic, potions, even imprisonment to ensure they were always safe. As their numbers dwindled, the Gurdians became more and more desperate.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Please, you mustn't allow this to destroy you. You are so strong; the world will need your strength." </span>She continued to try and comfort him, wincing as her voice wavered. The air in the room was beginning to dissipate as they ran out of time. She'd defined the cult for too long now and entrapped in what would be her tomb, she was forced to face a slow death. Her fingertips were raw and bloody from trying to find a way to claw open the heavy door she'd long since given up on, and exhaustion was beginning to take her from the fear and dissipating air. Laying on her side, the Oracle finally allowed sleep to take her as she faded from this world.</i><br/><br/><br/>Camilla awoke with a start, sweaty and heart racing, as she seemed to do every day lately. A few heartbeats gather herself, and she pushed her hair out of her face. Throwing her blankets off, she hurried got herself ready for her morning routine; shot of espresso, a quick glass of water, and she was on her run. Every morning, Camilla started her day off nearly the same. She loved her routine. Living a busy life, she found her joy in the small things to keep from getting overwhelmed. She would take her run through the park near her cute little townhome, finish off at her favorite little smoothie shop, and make her way home to shower and head to the lab.<br/><br/>Two miles later, Camilla was showered and ready for her day. She carried a massive cup of coffee as she walked to the university, heels clicking the whole way. Having just finished her Ph.D., Camilla lived close to the university in a part of the city that was just a bit less than savory. She did the best she could, but having a massive pile of student debt over her head lead her to cut back on the nice things she craved, like a home that wasn't in constant need of repair. But nonetheless, it didn't bother her much.<br/><br/>"Mornin' C!" The receptionist at her lab called to her, bright and cheery as she handed Camilla her mail. "You got a big letter you might want to open right away." She said with a wink. Camilla's heart leaped, even though she already knew what it was. Recently, she'd published a paper that had certainly been a risk. It challenged the traditional sciences, but it had been brilliant.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"You are the best, M." </span>She said with a wink as she turned. The paper had been on cognitive abilities, mapping out those who seemed to be gifted in anticipating the outcomes of several experiments. In truth, it had been an attempt to understand herself, though it was such a subconscious need she didn't even know the purpose behind it. After devouring the letter, she grinned. Camilla had been correct, and she had been recognized by an esteemed committee in the medical journal world. '<i>Ha, take that meager pay. Maybe it's time to ask for a raise.'</i><br/><br/>The rest of her day went rather well, but she couldn't shake the urge to get out of the lab. Normally, she was inseparable from her equipment, but today something in her itched. She needed to get to her favorite little coffee shop. Knowing herself well enough, she wouldn't be able to focus until she gave in. Letting Marianne the receptionist know she'd be working on her paperwork remotely for the rest of the day, she made her way to the hidden little gem on the corner of the block. Ordering her favorite almond late, Camilla settled into a nook and began working away.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Before written history, mankind lived in cultures that surrounded their Oracles. One woman born to each societal grouping was gifted with the ability of sight. Future, past, and even present day. Each Oracle had its own strengths, but these Oracles were cherished amongst society. One man of the society devoted himself whole-heartedly, body and soul, to her protection. One man became the Oracles devoted Guardian.<br/>
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One Oracle and Guardian fall in love, and the Guardian happens upon a (potion/spell/ceremony) that allowed him to become immortal. MC was hesitant to become like him, and before he could convince her, she fell into the hands of their enemies. Killing her unceremoniously leads to a cycle of rebirths, leading to continuous, painful demises. Until, one day, when her Guardian finally finds her in the modern era and convinces her to become like him.</div>
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