![]() ![]() I've got to figure out how to use my powers, or I might get fired from this job. ![]() I know the secret formula of bringing on a prediction, remembering it and how to see specific things is another story. I haven't let anyone, except Hermes, know that I can't control my visions. Now I'm eyeballs deep in gods, monsters, and the supernatural community breathing down my neck to predict the fate of our kind. That was before a Titan named Dione came through the door of my fake divination shop to tell me I was the real deal, a descendant of the Oracles of Delphi. At the time, I'd been one of those mundane schlepps, munching on chocolate drizzled popcorn, as I watched a viral video of humans turning into fae, werewolves, and bears-oh my! They showed the mundane world that all legends about gods and monsters were true. Now, I'm Oracle to the Gods, and my life has never been more exciting, or dangerous.Ī couple of years ago, this witchy fae princess and her supernatural clique decided to expose themselves on live television. I used to be a grifter, reading fortunes for money. When a fake fortune teller receives the gift of the Oracle, of course there's strings attached, Olympic-sized strings. ![]()
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