Journal Entry #7

Ran'Olvad, 1000 YAR

The city of fortune and luck is overflowing with gold. It is a city of wealth and opulence, but the people here seem to be happy. They welcomed me with great cheer, crying “Oracle”. I wanted to cry.

Why does my sight not see fit to show me things that would save me pain? Could it not have shown me that the authorities in Caliban, Judas, and Eredet had all convened to permit me to maintain my title as Oracle? I still wish to cry, but now for joy. I may still serve Caliban. I am to be the first Oracle in the East. I shall share my gifts with the continent alongside Ayumi. Together, we make history.

I was grateful to receive this knowledge when I did, for it was shortly after receiving it that I was introduced to Judas’ High Priestess. Must I also wear that much gold? It is quite gaudy and I much prefer silver. She was kind enough, I suppose, but I already feel the cold void of Soyolmaa’s absence.

As I sit in my room this evening, I cannot help but feel annoyed that I have been delegated to the role of a mere Acolyte. Yes, I am entering the service of a new god… but I am still an Oracle. I am Judas’ Oracle.

I’ve decided to pour myself sake and stare at the moon.

…

I have quite the headache this morning.

Dysis