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You've decided to go to the Oracle... "Ok, please take me to her." The dragon gave you another one of his terrifying dragon grins.

"Great! I'm sure you will learn much. Hey, I've got a quick way to get there, please stand back."

Dark Storm takes a deep breath, and blows hard out with fire onto a stack of logs in the corner of the cave.

"Now, step in that."

You look at Dark Storm with an expression of pure doubt, and surprize. "What?!" Dark Storm says impatiently,

"You said you would trust me. Nothing bad will happen, you won't get fried or anything. It's travel by magic ok? It's like a portel sort of thing. Just step into it, and let me do all the rest. So go on... GO! Oh, and be the way, I will not be able to go with you. I'm to big... now go on... step in the fire... ok... good..."

Dark Storm was starting to turn a dark shade of red... You step into the fire without another word. Behind you, you see Dark Storm chanting words that sounded something like this: With travel by fire, faster then light, take us to the Oracle, With all my might, I sommun the power, of the enchanted, take us now, as we speak, the oracle is what we seek. A silent golden explosion takes you off to a bright light ahead of you. Your body was enveloped by gold fire, flickering around yourself. Then, BAM! You pitch forward, and fall into a pile of brooms. Your on the floor infront of the opening of the fire place. "Oh dear, oh my, I wasn't expecting any visitors! Oh, I would have cleaned up hours ago, oh..." You look up, and see an elderly man starring at you with concern. "Are you ok?"He asks, not sure quite yet to yell at you to get out, or welcome you. "Oh, um... hi, uh... I don't think you know me.Oh! I'm sorry! I've made a huge mess... oh gods..." You stare at the dirty mess on the floor where you were just laying. Then you take a look at your own self in the mirror close by, you were filthy! The elder seemed to make up his mind, "Oh dear, that's all right, I'll take care of it. Now, you can go upstairs, and tidy yourself up... I'm sure I have some spare clothes in this house you can use... he disappeared in a closet full of stacked, and opened boxs. He soon came out again with some clothing... "Here, these should fit... go on upstairs and we can talk later." "What... where, huh?" "I said we'll talk later!" You give him a puzzled look... now this is going too far... You start up those old, creaky steps of the small house. It was dark, very dark infact when you got up here. It was very damp, and smelled of mildew. You stumble down the hall way, tipping over stuff laying here and there. You peek into rooms, trying to judge which would be the bathroom... Finally you find a room with a bath tub(you think) and a toilet(that you have doubts on also). You heave out a sigh... the next challenge is getting water(which you don't have at the moment) into the tub some how... Then, mysteriously, water began forming rapidly in the tub... it was steaming warm water... It started filling up, out of now where. You looked for the sorce that was filling the tub up... but there was nothing... nothing at all to be found! The tub stopped filling with water when it reached to about the right depth. Well, water is water... what the heck... You think as you step into the tub... and sink to the bottom. The warm water gently sooths your sore muscles. It makes you forget that you were away from home, in someone else's bathroom. An hour passed before the water started to turn cold. It was luke warm, when you finally, and reluctantly decided to get out of the tub. You realize that may just only be the last bath you'll ever take in many days. Then, you just noted something. You don't have a towel! Oh well, your just going to have to live with it... you put on the clothes that the stranger gave you. They were a little baggy. You look at yourself in the dusty, cracked mirrrow in above the "toilet". You were wearing a loose cream- colored tunic, with baggy-sweat pants like pants. You noticed a silk scarlit cloak that was in the place your old clothing where. Wierd... what happened to my orignal clothes that I had before? Well, it matched... might as well put it on while you have it. You put the cloak over your shoulders, and tie it into place... now you were ready for anything... So you think... To be continued soon...