Paige
Not again. I groaned, pushing up from the ground. No, not the ground, mosaic-colored tiles. What the hell?
I stood and spun at the vast colors of blue, silver, and gold. A woman sat on a high stool with a curious look on her face. Her dark hair hung past her shoulders in waves and her dark eyes seemed to weigh me on an imaginary scale of balances. I found myself wondering how I measured up.
"Who are you?" She adjusted her white robes and held a bowl of water and laurel leaves floating in it. Light smoke rose from a crack in the floor and I backed up a step since I didn't know what kind of vapors these were.
"Didn't you bring me here?" I answered. "Any time I've been teleported into a weird setting, it's been because of a god or goddess."
"I am neither. I'm Pythia."
My obsession
