As I walk down the hall, I let my hand slip into my pocket and squeeze the pendant. It’s mine now, for better or worse. I’m going to study every book in Sierra’s library. I’m going to learn from both the mistakes and triumphs of Oracles in the past. To decide for myself if and when the future should be seen.

Should be changed.

But I’m not going to fight anymore. None of it. Not my visions, not my abilities, not the powers of the pendant. Because the time may come when the world needs an Oracle again.

A true Oracle.

And I’ll be ready.