“I’m your Mother Chandra,” is voiced in my head. It’s a pleasant voice, not like the pitiful creature I see in front of me. “Come give me your questions.”
“Hi,” I answer nervously, not knowing what to do with myself. Mother Chandra will reveal hidden secrets according to herself, and I don’t know where to begin to ask. For once, I’m unable to ask questions.
I study her, and the room becomes silent as I take in her form inside the stasis chamber. She is breathing, but not much else gives a visual description of her being alive. Not knowing what part of the prophecy I need to know, first I do as Mother Kitty has taught me I need to do in court: learn who I’m speaking to.
“Who are you?” I start. “What are you?” I cringe at the last question, but the rotting corpse-like form in front of me
