Ah, the long awaited addition to my Mythology series! I hope you all are ready! It took me awhile to get this story built up, but I finally did, and now I hope you enjoy it, and it was worth the wait!

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Prophesy, a word, embodied in the soul of one person, the Oracle, but who was she before the gift was given? What caused her to hold disdain for the one who gave her the gift?

It began a little less than millennia ago. Before the Oracle was the God of Prophesy. Seeming to care only for his family, Kol held high regard for the Fates, but soon the depth of his regard was to be tested.

In the town of Mystic Falls, a baby girl was born, a girl whose destiny was to be intertwined with his, whether they would want it to or not.

"Are we sure she is the one?" Sheila asked, gazing at the sleeping child with affection.

Ayanna smiled and nodded. "Can you not see it, Sheila?" She asked, gazing at her descendant. "She has the gift. Look at her eyes, eyes that will hold such wisdom and grace."

Emily nodded, and lifted her eyes to the others. "Will he agree to this?" She asked with worry.

Ayanna nodded and smiled. "He has already agreed." She answered, softly. "When the time comes, he will give his gift to her, as it is written." She added, gazing at the sleeping infant.

Sheila swallowed, and touched the child's head, gently. "And what of the mother?" She asked, closing her eyes.

Ayanna's eyes shifted to Sheila, and she shook her head. "Abigail will not." She stated, simply with a hint of authority in her tone.

"She will not approve of this, and you know it, Ayanna." Emily remarked, grimly.

Ayanna nodded, and sighed. "It does not matter. This child has been chosen, partly because of her bloodline, and partly because she is destined to be his. We have all seen it, sisters." She remarked, shaking her head. "The power of Prophesy will be integrated into her at the right time, and she will become the Oracle. As it is supposed to be," She added, firmly, nodding her head with affirmation.

The others nodded their heads in agreement, and gazed at the sleeping child.

"The power of the Oracle will be hers." Ayanna remarked, with small pride.

The others smiled, and nodded once again, but they knew that this was going to be tricky, especially since they knew of the trials that lay ahead for the sleeping infant.

Trials that will test the might of a small girl, and destroy the only woman she ever called mother.

~Eight Years Later~

Bonnie stared out the window of her small house, a house she stayed in beside the temple. Her heart grew heavy as she saw the sun fade behind the trees, and with mild excitement, she turned to find her Ancestors standing behind her.

"It's time, young one." Ayanna remarked, stepping forward, holding out her right hand.

Bonnie nodded, and grasped the Bennett's hand. Fear gripped her young body, as she thought of what was to be done during the ceremony. Though the Bennetts had reassured her that all would be well, she couldn't help, but fear that something could go wrong.

She had met the God of Prophesy before, and found him pleasing and fun, as he taught her the truths of Prophesies, and how they could be averted, as they are not completely set in stone.

He had been her instructor and friend. The one person she could talk to about her problems, and knew he understood. Sure he was older than she, but that didn't stop their friendship, and she knew as she walked through the temple doors in the grand room, that this would only strengthen their friendship.

She smiled, faintly as Kol stood behind the altar with his mother, the Queen of the Gods stood to his right, and Niklaus, the Lord of the Underworld stood at his left.

Esther smiled, welcomingly towards the young girl, and Bonnie tried to smile back, but the fear gripped her even more. Bonnie knew why Esther was here, as support and duty, same as Klaus, who wasn't as bad as they said he was. She knew, in her own way, that Klaus was just lonely, and came out as being gruff to those who didn't understand. She smiled towards him, and watched as he returned her smile in his own way.

The Bennetts stopped in front of the altar, and let go of her hand. She felt suddenly felt alone in the room as they stepped back, and her eyes finally caught his.

Even at the age of eight, she felt welcomed and cared for in his eyes. She felt her body relax as she gazed into his brown eyes, and stepped as close to the altar as she needed to be.

"Bonnie Bennett, do you take upon yourself the responsibility of the Oracle?" Kol began, his voice lilting, yet demanding.

She swallowed, and nodded. "I do." She answered, her voice slightly weak, but certain.

"Will you swear upon the scroll of Prophesy that you will uphold each law and act with dignity?" He asked, with a smile.

She returned the smile, and felt her body relax. "I will so swear." She answered, her voice getting stronger.

He smiled, and bowed his head. "Bonnie Bennett, as the God of Prophesy, I hereby pass on the gift of sight to you. Will you accept?" He asked, his eyes peering at her through his lashes.

She felt a blush on her cheeks, and instead of becoming speechless, she bowed her head in reverence. "I will." She answered, with a soft voice.

He closed his eyes, and held out his hands across the altar. "Then, Ms. Bennett, take my hands, and receive your gift." He remarked, as her hands lifted, and tentatively placed them in his.

A light came down upon them at the connection, and the altar began to glow, and the center of the altar opened like a flower with golden jewels on the lifted petals. Golden tendrils lifted up, and began to surround their wrists, binding them together.

A light began to illuminate from his body, and she watched as his face contorted in pain. She wanted to pull her hands back, but the golden bindings kept her from moving. Their eyes locked, and she watched as the pain in his eyes became worse, and she wanted to comfort him as best as she could, despite the ages.

The light from his body moved towards her, and surrounded her, fitting to her body like a glove. She bit the inside of her cheek as the pain of the intrusion nearly became too much for her eight year old body. She let out a whimper, and her eyes closed for a moment.

Open your eyes, Bonnie, focus on me.

She heard his voice in her head, and it brought her minimal comfort, as her eyes finally opened, and put all her focus on him.

The pain increased, as the light entered her small body, and her head began to throb from the force. Images flooded her mind. Images that were foreign, yet it seemed to be familiar.

Her green eyes focused on his brown eyes, and the pain seemed to ease, though she could see the pain in his eyes. Not pain for him, but the pain was sympathetic pain he was un-intentionally inflicting on her.

She felt the pain disappear, as her body adjusted to the intrusion, and she began to relax, realizing that her tiny hands had squeezed his nearly out of circulation.

The light disappeared from around them, and the altar brought the tendrils back inside, as it closed for good, and slowly Bonnie felt her hands being released from his.

"Bonnie Bennett," Kol began, sounding tired and worn. "You are now the Oracle." He added, his eyes becoming drawn.

She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes, as she felt her body becoming weak. She gathered what strength she had, and bowed her head to him.

His eyes hardened as the doors behind them opened, and Bonnie turned to find her mother storming inside.

"Damn you all!"

Bonnie felt the others surrounding her in protection. She tilted her head in confusion, and lifted her eyes to Kol, who had stepped in front of her, while Esther pulled her to her body, in a motherly way.

"How dare you give the gift to her!" Abby shouted, her eyes wild and unfocused.

Ayanna stepped forward, her eyes hard and unrelenting. "She was chosen, Abby, by the God of Prophesy himself." She stated, shaking her head.

Abby scoffed, and glared at the girl who was her daughter. "That child," She began, malice lining her words. "Will never be the true Oracle, no matter what you say." She added, glaring at Kol. "Did you tell her the truth?" She asked, with a sneer.

The Bennetts stiffened their poses, and glared at their descendent.

She laughed, and pointed towards Kol, who was shooting daggers at her, with his brother standing beside him, trying to conceal the child. "He orchestrated everything. He chose the child because of what it would do to me!" She shouted, hate radiating from her body. "That gift should be mine!" She held out her right hand, and they all tensed when blue fire appeared in her hand.

Kol extended his arm. "Leave, Abby, leave now before you get hurt." He stated, his eyes giving the order.

Abby scoffed, and shook her head. "You may have foreseen what that child is capable of, and how she will help you in the long run, in defeating me, but know this, God of Prophesy, she will never remember this day with affection, or your friendship, or love you have for her. Instead," She paused, uplifting both her hands. "She will know only pain and heartache, and hatred. She will forget the good, and remember the pain. She will hate the gods, and your precious Oracle will no longer be the sweet innocent girl you see before you. By morning, she will be a hate filled daughter of Prophesy." She added with distain. "Mark my words, Kol Mikaelson, you will regret choosing her for your precious Oracle."

With those words filling the air, she disappeared from the room, leaving Bonnie confused and filled with hurt at the thought of her mother so hateful.

Kol bowed his head, and closed his eyes. "Could she do this?" He asked, lifting his head to the Bennetts.

Ayanna sighed with regret. "She can, and has already done so." She answered, watching Kol's face fill with pain. "By morning, Bonnie will forget the joy of your friendship, and instead remember the pain and hate you for it." She whispered, regretfully.

Kol turned to the eight year old girl, who had won his friendship and heart. Kneeling down in front of her, he sighed. "Can there be something done?" He asked, to no one in particular.

Bonnie lifted her left hand, and touched his face. Her face melted into knowledge, and Kol recognized the look from times passed. "I will remember in years to come. I will not hate you for long, Kol." She whispered, her voice distant, and filled with hope.

He smiled, and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "I will never hate you, Bonnie." He whispered, against her skin, just as she closed her eyes as the vision weakened her.

"Never," He added, as he lifted her in his arms, and glanced at his mother and the others. "This is not over." He confirmed, angrily. "Abby will be dealt with."

Klaus stepped forward, and placed his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Be careful, brother." He whispered, only for Kol's ears.

Kol nodded, and bowed his head. He would try, but now Abby had gone too far, and taken away the only one who could understand his pain.

For the curse bestowed on little Bonnie Bennett had affected him too. From now on, that day will always be a painful memory for him, and as the years went by, he looked back on that day with hatred.

For his Oracle was taken away from him, but little did he know that there was something more powerful than the curse: truth.

But hiding in the shadows, watching them as time went by was the woman who caused them pain, the woman who would come out of the shadows, and exact her revenge on the one who took away everything: Bonnie Bennett.

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Next Chapter: Vision

Until Next Time...