Chapter 117 Ophelia

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Luke squeezed my hand gently before I walked to the table with Thean. The advisors circled the table while Dius approached the chalice and knife. The Oracle stood up and slowly came to stand beside Dius and faced us. Up close, you could see how old and frail the Oracle was. I had never learned her actual age, but she has been the Oracle even before my grandfather was King, and he was nearly eight hundred. Ancient fairies are seldom as most died during the dark wars as they had been taken captive or murdered. “Join hands,” the Oracle said to Thean and me, and we did as she instructed. The oracle wrapped her hands around ours and began to chant something softly as she swirled our hands around in a circle. I felt my hand grow warmer until she stopped and removed her hands from ours. She t

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