Naga, the greatest seer who ever lived!

Naga, the tiny sickly snake, was one of the most renowned seers of the entire sehra. Despite his extremely old age and nearing senility, he remained one of the most trusted sources of prophecies across many communities.

Consecutively outdoing his counterparts for centuries, Naga had grown extremely arrogant and bitter of late. He knew his place and importance, and more often than not, took advantage of it by being completely unethical in his conduct.

One of the most famous prophecies by him was the reappearance of the hero. He had foreseen it in his prime centuries ago, reigniting fire in many cold hearts.

Currently, he meandered behind a patrol of soldier bees, blindfolded and highly escorted, leaving a messy trail of jade slime on a black pathway.

Continuously grumbling foul words about bees under his breath, he was an unpleasant guest. More than once, the bees had requested him to stop talking. They had been ordered to escort him to the mold.

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The mold was located at the bottommost layer of the hive, its location being one of the most critical secrets of the bee community, continuously changed for security purposes.

Naga reached a vertical wall made of black bubbling honey, radiating extreme steam and heat. One of the soldier bees came forward, took off his blindfold, then requested him to walk through. Naga cursed under his breath and proceeded hesitantly.

"Welcome, great Seer Naga. I hope your journey has been pleasant," Queen Golden, waiting with a small reception, said as she glided to the sickly snake.

"Yeah, yeah. Where is the mold?" The bitter old snake replied tiredly.

Queen Golden nodded to a bee, and the senile snake was led to a vast circular hall that had drapes of glowing honey falling throughout the interior boundary, from the roof to somewhere beyond the hall. It looked extremely enchanting and beautiful.

And right in the middle, levitating above the floor, were hundreds of ribbons of interchanging hues, moving around each other in an elegant dance, perfectly synchronized.

The ribbons were huge, hundreds of times bigger than the queen herself. As Naga slithered closer to their proximity, they reacted and changed their movements completely, even appearing threatening. Where the dance they were performing was elegant some moments ago, now it seemed murderous.

Naga hesitated.

Queen Golden glided closer to him, and the ribbons calmed down. Whatever they were protecting, they were extremely defensive of it.

"Let him in," she exclaimed, looking in their direction. After a moment, they obediently rearranged themselves and made a small carpet, leading up to a lean structure in the middle.

Naga slithered himself upon the carpet, and it raised him further inside, to a metal sculpture of a small vine that had growing rust at its base. The sculpture had a weak azure glow trapped inside.

Naga looked at Queen Golden, and she nodded. He then touched it with his brutal-looking horns and was instantly paralyzed.

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The world was a rain of black ink falling into still water, and each drop dispersed a vision with it downwards, some drops leaving a bigger trail than the others.

However among all the black dots, a particular Red dot stood out. 

Upon seeing this

Naga regained his consciousness and rapidly slithered away behind Queen Golden in deep fear.

"Naga, what did you see?" She said. 

He didn't reply, his gaze was shrouded in doubt and confusion as he kept looking at the mold. 

Without saying anything, he moved out and touched the mold again, and dived back to the sea of prophecies. His expressions were solemn and his eyes had silent tears at the edges.

Naga waited just before approaching the red dot, and took a moment to himself, what a legend he was, thousands of prophecies he had foretold and thousands of stories he had lived twice. Once through the visions and then through the experience.

Everytime a seer would jump into the sea of prophecies, the prophecies would keep a part of its soul there with them as a price. Only the dauntiest and most strongest of spirits even dared to learn the art.

And Naga had been the best of them. 

But this was his last job today, seeing a red prophecy meant that the spirit of the seer will forever be caged within the sea, they were the most important and rarest forms of prophecies, depending on the caliber of the seer they would reward him with an equivalent vision and then keep his spirit trapped within them greedily.

Naga strengthened his resolve and smiled then ducked into the red dot head first.

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'Faisla approaches hungrily O gifted one,' Naga saw nine figures of sovereigns rising their heads looking at the sky, their eyes blood red with fear. Then he saw ten weilders of the corrupted core looking up alike. 

A bright red line was drawn all over the sky, tearing it apart brutally. Unveiling a harsh crimson reality somewhere beyond the fabric of space and time.

'And he brings judgement with him' He then saw stars and galaxies folding and falling around the seams of the tear

'And those who conspired will keep conspiring even then' He saw a crow talking to a figure in shadows.

'And the one who pushes out filth and establish justice will rise up' Before he saw anything, he was pushed out of the sea. 

Naga then slithered to Queen Golden, having only bare minutes to himself, told the Queen every single detail. Then died, and thus the legend of Naga, the greatest seer who ever lived, ended, not in pain or tears, but a smile he had on his lips at the last moment.