Andreas sucked in a breath and rapped on the door.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

His agitation could be quite easily excused, in the last year he had become the royal oracle of Calypso and had been given the honour of meeting the king for the first time, but well... after meeting him one wasn't sure if it was truely much of an honour after all.

"Andreas! Don't keep an old man waiting! Come in!"

Reluctantly, he turned the handle, and advanced into the throne room.

The throne room was decked with gold, luminescent as the mightiest star, and as beautiful as the last lilly in a flourescent field.The curtains danced under the rays of the sun, the plants relaxed on the window sills soaking up the natural atmosphere.The throne of the king himself was extravagant, to say the least.

It immediately caught the attention of anyone who entered the room, with its royal blue center, framed by the gold surrounding it.

No doubt paid for with the labour of the weak and hungry.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he dropped to his knees, one would find that when dealing with the king, you could never be too careful. Despite his jovial tone and the cheery way he carried himself, it was certain that if you tried to return the same hospitality, you would no doubt meet a quick end.

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"Well? Out with it, you've requested an audience with me four times already this week, and it was all about the same stupid thing."

For the first time that evening, Andreas laid his eyes on the king of Calypso, he had a fairly muscular frame, no doubt from all the sword practice required from a king, thick walnut brown hair, neatly combed and hidden away under his crown of gold, adorned with rubies, emeralds, and diamonds from across the globe.

His eyes were Andreas's favourite thing about him, they showed his true colours, his bigotry, his hatred, all his repulsing little features, wrapped up into one part of his body.

Funny.

Andreas thought to himself.

Of course the worst things about him are hidden in his eyes, and not revealed in his appearance.

It was harder to hate a handsome man after all.

"Your Majesty, I come with news about the children of Aster,"

"What a suprise! Not like we've gone through this before. Speak your mind."

He took a breath.

"I was blessed with an oracle last night while I slumbered, but I must warn you, it's a bit... different, from the others."

"Oh do just get on with it."

Another breath.

He seemed to be taking a lot more

recently.

The oracle was quite blunt.

Shouldn't be so hard to pull out his throat.

"Twelve heavenly offspring, a present sent down by the high Gods,

Apart they are strong, together they are mighty,

The world awaits their arrival, seemingly the right way to respond,

Yet do they know of the corruption that can be achieved if nudged ever so slightly?

Maybe it is right to be afraid.

Maybe it is right to be scared.

The only thing left to do:

Is beware."