Light footsteps announced a newcomer to the Temple of Light. The monks on guard, or better say protection, looked over, straining to see an approaching person.
Suddenly, she materialized right in front of them, all in white and with shining eyes of an infinite colour.
"Divine Resurrectra!" - the monks bowed in an unorderly fashion, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Passage." - she spoke, but the monk, seemingly more senior than the other, looked up, uncertain.
"Divine Resurrectra, the Temple is closed for everyone, everyone but the Arch Zealot... He is with the Oracle."
"Passage." - Resurrectra repeated coldly. - "Passage is never restricted to me. Anywhere."
The monk humbly bowed, and with visible fear, let her pass, trembling like beneath an unseen weight.
"She's alien, I tell you! A witch!" - the other monk hoarsely whispered, but the senior hushed him.
"Shut up, you obselentoly fool! She is divine, and under the King's protection though it is uncertain that she even needs it."
"But..." - the monk began, and seeing the look given in return, quieted his temper. He could be degraded for this sort of talk.
Resurrectra smiled already about two halls away from whispering monks. She had excellent hearing, but it really wasn't necessary in these echoing halls.
The talk didn't bother her in the least. She calmly continued on her way.
The Temple was deserted. She passed great white colonnades by, all covered with pictures of battles, rites, ceremonies, and love. One could learn life just by looking at them, or stay here for a one's lifetime to explore the carvings.
Marble a truly shapeable material. Anything could be done from it. Resurrectra had once seen a Marble Golem. It was a beautiful creation, considering the huge amount of small details in the figure.
Resurrectra glanced at it briefly as she passed the Staircase Hall. As usual, the Golem was sleeping.
'Awakened by a great danger the Marble Golem of Grahm would be!'
It was written in the Book of Divine Intervention. The Book didn't lie. Ever.
'Perhaps now would it be the time.' - she thought, almost gently, when she left the Hall.
Quietly opening the door with a light touch of her hand, Resurrectra entered a round room with a golden engraving on the far wall. The door closed softly behind her, and the Arch Zealot turned from his prayer, surprised with interruption. He was on his knees before the engraving, but now he had arisen to this unexpected encounter.
"What are you doing here..." - he asked, too late, and fell under Resurrectra's enchanting gaze, fast asleep, as it seemed.
She passed him, unconcerned. Her business was with the Oracle. For others there was no time.
Briefly touching the engraving, Resurrectra stepped back, waiting.
After a while, it lightened, as if emerging from someplace dark, and a face appeared from the depth of the wall.
"I came." - the voice was melodious, deep and vibrating. A female voice.
"The summoning was done by me." - Resurrectra whispered. - "Help. I require help."
"I cannot. It's not my place to give assistance. I provide answers."
"Advice, then. Not more, Grahm." - Resurrectra quickly added.
"Forbidden. The time is wrong. The people must choose themselves."
"You broke the rules before. Does it stop you now?"
"Different rules now. Questions will be asked." - the Grahm wanted to leave, but Resurrectra stopped her.
"It is dangerous. Please."
The Oracle seemed to consider that plea, and the face moved a little bit from the wall, as it seemed. A nod and the Grahm simply exited from the wall completely, appearing outside of it in a human body. The engraving behind her turned green, as if filled with emotions.
"What is it?"
Resurrectra looked up. Ancient Oracle. It ruined so many lives, only because no straight answers were allowed. How much different was this one from the Oracle in Free Haven, Enroth. That one was mechanical this one has feelings.
"There is a problem in the world. I am helpless to aid."
The Grahm sighed, and reached her palm to Resurrectra's forehead, scanning quickly the needed information.
"You can solve it. The answer is right before you and simple as anything could ever be." - The Grahm spoke wearily, and turned to leave, when the alien woman said:
"You can die, Grahm."
This seemed to stop her from leaving, at least leaving quickly.
"I cannot die."
"Now you can. If he shall complete his ambitions, if what he strives for will be fulfilled, then you'll die."
"It is a small problem now. You can solve it yourself. He can't kill an Oracle. He does not have the power necessary."
"He doesn't have to. His weapons are more ultimate. Humans. Their feelings, should you care to listen."
Seeing that the Grahm wasn't convinced, Resurrectra went to her last point of persuasion.
"You are an Ancient. You can do practically anything." - she said sharply, - "Ask Them. He has rebelled. It has been long out of control, but now it gets serious."
Fear quickly passed over Grahm's face and disappeared.
"He is human. Like you."
"A human with power. As am I, yes. Only he has greater power than me."
Suddenly the Grahm wailed, and was gone from the hall.
"Ask Them", Resurrectra quietly repeated addressing the empty space where the Oracle was standing a second ago, and sat down on the slab of marble usually serving as a table for offerings. She knew she would have to wait a long time now.
Finally, the Grahm returned. Silently, she helped Resurrectra up.
"They concur. It is dangerous, I agree. You must solve it alone, though. They give you the Golem. Don't kill the other human, though. He'll be valuable."
"If I succeed, the Balance will be disturbed."
"It is already disturbed. We repaired it before. We shall repair it once again."
And the Grahm gave Resurrectra a small medallion with a reassuring smile.
The woman bowed, accepting the medallion. When she straightened, the Grahm was gone and the engraving was again of normal golden colour.
Clutching the medallion shaped in form of a silver star in her hands, Resurrectra quietly left the room, deep in thought.
After the door was closed, the Arch Zealot opened his eyes cautiously, and after assuring his complete solitude, scrambled up from the floor, snickering.
"How stupid can one get! This alien woman here thinks so much of her power that she forgets of other magic idiots." - the last word, however, was said more quietly, the Zealot looking around once again to be sure.
'Lord Kastore would be pleased,' - he thought as he chanted a spell of Town Portal. This entire business had the smell of a definite promotion. Perhaps even two. In seconds, he cast the spell, and was gone in an instant.
The Temple of Light again became quiet and serene, oblivious to the so common deceits of humans going on inside of it.