The Oracle’s Pawn

        You will arrive and knock. The door will open, revealing a lady with grey-streaked hair, smiling warmly.

        You will state you are FBI. She will welcome you.

        You will sit, claim an eclair, and sip steaming tea. There, fate will unfold.

        A Salivant spectre will coalesce and strike. Grand Mage Ratho will carve runes of light, shattering the celestial blade.

        You will sip tea.

        The mage will retaliate, warping furniture into restraints. The Salivant’s forked tongue will lash out, wrenching Ratho’s staff free. She will see us through your eyes, powerless. We will assist; only through your death.

        Obey. Depart, mortal.

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This was written from a prompt given by my Spin The Drabble generator:

^{Genre: Low Fantasy – Magic exists but in a grounded, real-world setting
Event: Characters caught between two powerful, conflicting forces
Incorporate: Xeniality}

I also decided to challenge myself with second person future tense.

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Thanks for reading, see you in the next project 🙂

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