“What do you see?”
“The void. There is nothing there. I am afraid the emptiness has consumed him. I’m sorry.”
The high priestess looked away. She was a strong woman. She had to be, ten thousand looked up to her. The last ten thousand.
She gazed into the space. It has been sixty haze years since her brother was thrust into the void along with 12 others. A final attempt to save a dying race. The chose thirteen were shot out into the stars in a last attempt to salvage their species. A failed attempt.
She turned around and grasped the oracle’s hand, not too gently. “Look again old mother. Look one last time, I beg you. He’s out there. His essence calls to mine. One last time!”
The old oracle sighed heavily. She was tired. And old. Too old. Her own essence was running thin. “Alright child. One last time.”
She gazed off again and her eyes turned glassy again. She started into space foir a good ten minutes. And then she grabbed the high priestess’s hand. “I see him!”
The priestess gasped and barely choked back a cry. The old mother continued “He is in his chamber. His essence is strong. He will live child! His path is straight now. He heads towards life.”
Still not able to contain her joy the high priestess asked softly, “How far away from his destination?”
“Eight hundred thousand void years. He will reckon the emptiness of the void even though he sleeps. I am afraid he sees everything in his dreams.”
“Eight hundred thousand…I cannot fathom it.”
The old mother looked up now, her eyes the usual thunder blue again. “But there is hope. And hope is all we need.”
Yes…hope, thought the high priestess of the final ten thousand of the old race as she turned to gaze into the stars and the space from the floating chamber, just below the atmosphere. Hope.