Chapter 4

The next day Low was up and out of the suite before the others who are normally early risers. He donned one of Arlette's outfits and departed into the streets.

Words whispered to him, calling him forward through the streets. He followed the voice till he arrived at a temple. The doors swung open permitting him entrance. He walked up the ornately decorated hall to the the giant golden statue. Th statue was carved as a minotaur sitting lotus on a platform. He held a staff across his sparsely furred knees. The detail on statue was amazing, it almost looked alive.

Low looked up at bullish face. He sat down transfixed by the delicately carved face that showed years of battle, decades of kindness, centuries of love, millenniums of knowledge.

As he watched the empty gold eyes blinked turning to a gentle brown. The big head shook sending a shower of gold dust around the temple. It's skin a soft rust red and horns like polished marble. It stood up and leaned on it's staff while it dusted off the light brown fur that started at it's knees and dusted the tops of dinner plate sized black hooves. It stamped his hooves to loosen any dust that remained in its fur and then turned large eyes Low who still sat at it's feet.

“Thought you'd never come kid.” Came the soft bass voice. “Been waiting a while you know. I can't believe this happened.” It's large tail gave an irritated flick. “You know how hard it is to remain sitting like that for an extended period of time. I need someone to talk to you know, and you,” It turned a large eye upon Low, “are the only person who knows about me and my comrades and you go and do something like this. I can't believe you.”

“You know me?”

“Of course and laws restrict I tell you. The damned Oracles. I swear I wanna kill them sometimes.” The monstrous shoulders shrugged. “You know me already, but I'm Trule. Omniscient God. The Oracle you seek is to the west, in the red dome. She will tell you where you need to go. The White Oracle has nothing to tell you, and neither does the Black Oracle. You must seek th red. When you reach where you need to go you must go to the temple and talk to my brother, Rhys. He's pissed that your so late. Tell him Trule said we have a code A, and tell him he owes me fifty crystals for the bike he crashed, and tell him yes I knew about it and yes I knew he broke my bike, just like I knew he trashed my Mancala game, he stole my card collections, and killed my dog, well Linus's dog, but lets not get into that. Anyway I'll catch you later.” He looked woefully at the pedestal. “Maybe I should choose a different position, maybe laying down, or sitting cross-legged, however I'm never sitting lotus again. Nor am I standing. You remember Shells, whoooo, she stood for eight centuries then when you came to talk to her she collapsed. She hasn't gotten up since. Most humans don't know why she lays in that sexy pose. She's waiting to get feeling back in those sexy legs. Gonna take a while for that. Hopefully I can pet those,” A lightning zapped him standing his hair and fur on end.

Low jumped in surprise scooting away from Trule.

The large minotaur shook and tried to settle his erect hair. “Oh c'mon we're all thinking it, just because I say it out loud doesn't me I deserve the blast.” He continued to grumble as he sat straight backed on his pedestal. Starting from the tip of his horns the gold poured down his body until only his eyes were a
soft brown. His eyes blinked and changed to gold.

Low stared for a few more minutes at the statue then rose and dusted himself off. Paused and thought a minute. “What town was the Red Oracle in?”

A voice echoed around. “How the hell should I know, I never leave this temple. All I know is that it's a Red Oracle, hell I odn't even think she has a dome she just wheres the sign of an oracle on a red robe.”

“Kay.” Low said.

“Good luck Low. Also you owe me a date with Shara.”