Gohed Iadnah sat patiently, his dark cobalt eyes darting to his watch every few minutes. The One was meant to be exiting the building infront of him 20 minutes ago, but he saw no sign of the acclaimed Oracle, the One, the Bringer of Infinity.. He sighed, his patience was wearing thin and this wasn't a good thing. He shifted slightly on the uncomfortable wooden bench and looked at his watch again, this isn't right, he thought to himself worriedly. Now, Gohed, being the man he is, could have gone to the reception desk in the building, and asked for the woman. .Nope. Or he could have called his employers/work mates and asked if there had been a mistake. .No. What Gohed Iadnah did was walk straight into the biggest and heavily guarded prison in Britain and whipped a gun out of his pocked, pressed it to one of the guards heads and- GOHED Gohed paused, everything had come to a standstill and this voice seemed to echo on every single thing in the entire prison. "?" He uttered. STOP DREAMING AND GET THE BLOODY GIRL YOU SILLY TWAT. SHE'S COMING OUT NOW AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SNOOZING! NOW WAKE UP!!!! Gohed found himself on the floor, he sat up dazedly and brushed some electric blue hair out of his face. He'd hit the floor with such force it had caused his hair to escape the metal clasp he usually kept it in. He looked around for it, then found himself to be staring at an elegant pair of ankles. "Eeep." He squeaked. "Is this yours mate? Im in an 'urry so can you jus' gerrup and take the thing? It's burnin me bloody 'and off!" The ankles barked. Gohed looked up and the sun shone directly into his eyes, causing him to flinch job he had his sun glasses on. He stood up and coughed embarrassedly, taking the clasp from the woman, he gasped when he saw the face of the stranger. She was The One. A mass on black dreadlocks fell down her back, blue and purple streaks mingled in subtly, she had softly tanned features that weren't brown, nor pale. Her lips were a deep crimson and her eyes were surrounded in black eyeliner. eyes. They were the Oracles eyes. They changed colour every second. Yet each colour blended perfectly with the other, a mixing rainbow. Her lips were moving but he wasn't taking in what she was saying, the only thing he could hear was a mantra that was embedded in his souls epochs ago.. And that mantra was.(and t'was a long mantra at that!) Ol blans isli, pasbs de ta gohed..