Just an idea that popped up while watching 300. May be a one shot, depends on the response.

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Nymph

Divine

Nyad

Blessed

Dryad

Venus Incarnate

Goddess, they called us.

Alas, it was not so. No immortal would be so unfortunate. But nor are we human. For no child born of man could be as fortunate as we.

None are.

Save for us.

The soothsayers and seers. Sibyls with their secrets silently singing and prophets alike.

None can know the heights of our joy or the unholy depths of our despair, the rapturous bliss of our pleasure nor the bitter harshness and cruelty of our pain.

For we are the alone and fulfilled. The abandoned and the embraced.

We are the Oracle.

But before that we were called

Daughter

Sister

Beloved

Before us there was me

And I was called

Achlys