CRESCENCIA
the oracle has fallen

In the messy moments before his fall, The Oracle, overwhelmed by the brief hallucination that wreaked havoc on her mind, had been roughly knocked aside by a body she did not recognize. Stumbling into a nearby tree, her legs losing all coordination, the bark of the thick roots on her back clashed with the blood-red flora to otherwise soften the blow of her fall.

Tired eyes stared at the bloody ground as her mind scrambled to recover. Move; get up and move! it screamed at her, but she felt like a newborn foal, having nary an ounce of control over her numb limbs. The only thing she was inherently aware of was the throbbing acid burn that was a result of that caustic blood splattering over her neck and side. It consistently ached, but the smoldering tidal waves of pain washed over her in spaced out succession. If only she had been home... (had that place ever really been 'home'?) there would have been no question that she could have easily cured herself of this blistering annoyance.

But no. She had been cast away from her home and her God - thrust sloppily into a land not only did she not recognize, but one where some form of knowledge... enlightenment?... forced her mind to open her eyes. The anger, the frustration, the confusion - the sadness - overtook her mind, clouding her judgement and emotions. But amid her muddled thoughts, her limbs heaved the white mare to her feet, through sheer determination not to be trampled by the chaotic mess of a war that roared on around her.

And just like that, it was over. The ground shook when the massive bear - beaten, bloody, and dead - tumbled to the ground. He was overtaken by so many fighting bodies against him that the few that did fight for him, fought merely to delay his slaughter. A possibly laudable effort, but Cia was no longer sure.

She merely stood on the edge of the impromptu battlefield, having contributed so little but still confused by it all. So lost in her daze, she barely noticed the God of Spark had called her and another to approach him. Icy white and blue eyes stared at him, unsure what to feel for this apparent God that somehow forced all of this upon her (unintentionally, but of that she was not aware), but without conscious thought, her legs moved forward towards him. Skin prickled when his muzzle touched her, and it was in that moment that it all became utterly overwhelming.

The rush of visions - of the past, and not the future - hazed over her mind and eyes. Her breath caught in her throat, a feeling of a fist tightening around her esophagus and choking the air from her lungs. The entire battle flashed before her eyes - not within her memories or thoughts, but images that felt so amazingly real. The Oracle felt the acid burn singe her flesh once more, she heard the cries surrounding her as if she had been transported back in time. But in rapid-fire seconds, it was all over.

And the God of the Spark was gone.

Left even more confused than before, she turned away from the battle she participated so little in. Was this some form of blessing from a God who 'saved' her? Did she somehow owe him? Her visions had been ripped so abruptly away from her in the moments before she was thrown onto Helovian soil, but now visions of a different kind took their place. They felt somehow more real; somehow more physical that the ones of the future she was previously afflicted with.

Disorientated, she stumbled back to the edge where her hooves had been so firmly planted in previous moments. She heard not the screams of Mauja, nor the rage-bitten voice of Ampere. Her pupil-less eyes - ones that almost appeared blind, which was laughably unfitting for an Oracle - stared at the trees. So lost in her confused thoughts, she almost bumped into someone that stood nearby - Thranduil.

Startled and taken aback, she lifted her head to regard the odd stallion who appeared out of nowhere. "You weren't here a second ago," she stated matter-of-factually. "Is that another product of this... odd.. land?" she mused, referring to his magic of disappearing.

The Oracle - who had a giant, vine-infested tree growing upon her back and from her skin - dared to call someone odd. Comical.

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OOC Mentions: @Thranduil (tagging because I feel like this is going to get easily lost; apologies), 'technically' Mauja and Ampere.