Okayyy! Has anyone ever looked at that hut the Oracle in and wondered who takes care of it? I mean, that's a lot of candles to keep lit. The Oracle's gotta look spiffy for his special clients. Anyway.

If the method of communication between the girl and the Oracle is unclear, please let me know and I'll try to rewrite it so it makes more sense.

Official disclaimer: I own nothing you've already heard of, and everything you haven't. See? Easy!

Okay the chapters for this story got messed up, so please bear with it. This story will integrate into the game ya'll know and love.

As a reward, I grant you another dark power...

The Oracle's voice was lost in a thunder of spectacular Precursor power. Raw energy sizzled through the air and engulfed the vaguely man-shaped being in the center of the hut. He writhed, suspended and screaming.

Above the ragged lines of eco a tiny figure huddled.

The pale monster dropped to the floor and ran out, extinguishing several candles on the way.

The figure peeked out from behind a ceiling rafter. She blinked, waiting to make sure the monster wouldn't come back. The Oracle was silent, and the air stank of smoke and ancient Precursor magic.

Dang ol' monster! He's scary! And he made a big mess. The girl edged around the thin beams, climbed onto the Oracle's head, and slid down its nose-like projection. It sent a weak wave of irritation through her. She patted the tip of its snout and shook her head, her short black hair bobbing around her chin. You should stop inviting him.

She dug into her dress pocket for a box of matches. She ran around the room, re-lighting the candles. You know, I can't swing my feet when the monster's in here, she mumbled to the Oracle, pinching used matches between her lips. It shone dimly. If my legs get caught- poof! You'll get me with your magical powers, she wiggled her fingers and laughed. The Oracle made a snorting sound, which she felt more than heard. Finally, she straightened the rug and sat down, tossing the matchbox into the air. What's for dinner?

The Oracle said nothing.

All right, she pouted. I'll clean some more. She got a long broom with metal bristles and cleared out the Oracle's snout. You've got dead birds in here! She made a face and ran into a corner. The birds stared, featherless wings lying over broken bodies. The Oracle said nothing, but the air filled with a sense of impatience. Holding the tip of the broom, she swept them outside the hut. Yuck. Oooh, it's raining. She leaned her head on the door frame and watched the drops fall through the mist. She thought of the monster. When's the next time he's coming back? She turned around. Darn candles! There's a million of She bent and relit those closest to the exit. What's that fuzzy thing on his shoulder? Can I play with it? When do I get to go home?

The Oracle said nothing. It only spoke to the people who visited it. She, however, felt its emotions and desires inside her own body. The Oracle usually kept a wisp of its being within her at all times, ready to communicate whenever needed. Though it suppressed its emotional power considerably, she usually felt what it felt. It only left her to make the monster more monstrous.

She got some polish for its metal snout. Scrubby scrubby! She sang. Gonna make you gleam! The Oracle shivered around her skin, sharing the feeling of renewed shine. She rubbed her arms, unaccustomed to the strange sense.

Can I have some food now? She wiped her hands on her red dress.

The Oracle made a hollow sound and bread manifested itself on the floor. Juice ran down its eyes. she laughed as she caught it in cupped hands. She held the bread up and soaked it in the sugary tears. The Oracle hummed in its amused way, reverberating in her chest and filling her head with light and happiness.

She climbed up into the rafters and opened the secret skylight. The clouds rolled away and the stars sparkled- millions and millions of them. The Oracle below sent her calming waves, gently wrapping her essence in its own slumber. The stars twinkled and smiled, and eventually filtered into her dreams.