Macey
Reluctantly, I extended my hand though every instinct in my body screamed at me not to. The silver knife glinted beneath the candlelight, its edge unnaturally sharp. Then the Oracle took my hand gently almost reverently.
For a brief moment, I wondered if he could feel my pulse racing beneath my skin. If he did, he said nothing.
The room had become eerily silent. The candles no longer flickered, the air no longer moved and even the sounds of the forest outside seemed to have vanished. The entire world felt as though it was holding its breath.
The Oracle lifted the knife then sliced across my palm. I hissed. The pain wasn't unbearable. It was just enough to sting. Just enough to remind me that this was real.
Dark crimson blood immediately welled from the wound. The Oracle held my
