In the dark night a single glimmer of light flies through Delphi. This glimmer is in the shape of a butterfly. This butterfly lands in front of the Temple of Apollo. Home of the Oracle. This butterfly then transformed into a cloaked figure.

The figure walked forward. Bare feet stepping carefully across the temple grounds.

"Who dares enter this temple with Divine Ichor flowing through their veins?" The Oracle asked from behind the shadows of the temple.

All to be seen of the Oracle was a pair of glowing golden eyes in the shadows.

"I am the Lord of the Dreamscape, Master of Sense, and Heir to the Eldest son of Chronos. Here to inquire about the future that eludes me," The cloaked figure said.

The Oracle stepped forward. Her hair blonde as the sunlight, with her eyes still glowing their golden color. She looked at the figure in a way that said she wished for him to reveal himself too. But the figure remained unmoved not removing his cloak.

"Fine then. What is your inquiry?" The Oracle said.

"I wish to know the fate of Olympus and its heirs........there is a figure that haunts my dreams. I must know if she will bring harm to us," The cloaked figure said.

The Oracle processed this inquiry. She saw through fate with the gift given to her by her god Apollo. She tried to see the figure beneath the cloak but failed then looked to his inquiry. She saw a darkness falling over Olympus but four stars illuminating the darkness.

"I see a darkness covering the mountain home of the gods. But in the darkness shine four lights. Four bright stars. One glows blue, one violet, one pink, and one grey. Two ascended from the mortal world. Two lived in the heavens since their birth. But......one stands out amongst the rest. The grey star has no connection to the Thrones. Yet there is one saved for him," The Oracle said.

The figure grasped his cloak. He seemed to know something about the grey star. But the Oracle did not pry. She answered inquiries. Not ask them.

"Thank you. I shall not bother you anymore," The cloaked figure said as he walked out of the temple.

"Your name. Shall you tell me?" The Oracle said.

"You know who I am. The violet star," The cloaked figure said.

He turned back into a butterfly before flying off.

"Godspeed. Young heir to an Olympian throne," The Oracle said.