Oracle

Fina walked out of the house. When it turned back to take a look at it again, the feelings in its heart tangled together, unable to be distinguished from one another.

Two thousand years ago, it had been here before. But then, no matter where it had gone, it was surrounded by a loving crowd, and it had not noticed the low-profile generations of temple guards. Maybe it had seen—but it hadn't noticed. It didn't even know their names.

There had been so many people in the crowd, words of respect spilling from their lips, every single one of them more respected than the temple guards. It hadn't even given the crowd much regard. Why would it have paid attention to the silent temple guards lingering outside the crowds?

Besides, it didn't usually take a second look at these normals. It had more important things to do, like being by her side.