The annals of history

A/N: Could have been the ANALS of history, but not yet! Couldn't resist making the pun though!

Nandra leads you away from the foyer. She arrives in front of a door, which promptly opens itself. Not the strangest thing, for sure. This is a magical academy after all. "This way." Nandra beckons, lightly floating through the door. You follow her into a hallway to a most peculiar sight.

The hallway itself is tall, arched, and narrow. Along your left side of the hallway are many portraits. Since Nandra isn't saying anything as she slowly proceeds forward, you gaze upon the portraits as you walk. The first portrait is a wisened old man along with a plaque underneath it. "FREDERICK JOHANNSEN. MASTER DIVINER, CIRCA 683". The portrait alone isn't startling, but as you walk down the hallway looking at the pictures, you start to figure it out.

About halfway through the hall, you stop. You look at the portrait in front of you. It depicts yet another Master diviner, but you recognize this. You walk back down the hallway to look at the previous portraits yet again. "Yes, my child. It is as you think." Nandra says with a whisper. She's nearly at the end of the hallway but you can hear her clear as day.

You run to catch up with Nandra. "Oracle!" You nearly shout. "Now, now. No need to hurry. We are diviners. Our art takes time and a practiced hand. What did you need? Is it something you noticed, perhaps?" Nandra asks, as if she knows exactly what's going on.

You nod in confirmation. "Yes. These Masters, I saw them all before. In the bowl." You hesitate and hang your head. "Followed by.. me.." Nandra smiles and places a reassuring hand over yours. "I know, my child. I doubt even Lady Morgana could have anticipated that when she chose to pick you up from that village."

"But ...how?" You ask. "You have much to learn before the secrets of the world are known to you. Hold your secret close. It will be safe with me. Be mindful of your peers, they will mock you for such a weak phylactery in their eyes. But you will know the truth. And your sight will be the one to guide the Dark Lord to victory. I have forseen and been waiting for your arrival."

Nandra jestures to a simple door, "But for now, rest. Here are your quarters, guarded against those who would seek to interfere. "