Simon was awoken in the middle of the night by two men wearing white robes, cy masks, and a ntern. Though he was startled at first and almost shed out in a the thought that the Whitecloaks had somehow found him. He restrained himself when he realized that all of this art of some eborate ceremony. He donned his brown robes and then followed them down another hallway that led in the opposite of the oraveled in previously.

  The hallway led past a long nade of dark volic pilrs on one side before it e a winding stairwell that led further up. It had no lights, and they made no move to climb it. Instead, one of them thrust the gssed ntern into his hand, and the estured to tinue on without them.

  Simon did just that, and as the stairs looped at random through what robably a va tube, he wondered exactly where this oracle might be since he didn’t think this passage could tinue for very long. As it turned out, it tinued for lohan he would have thought, being a passageway that dipped down again before being stairs once more. Halfway down the passageway, there was a rent in one side rge enough for him to see the volic ke far below him. He was definitely moving along the rim of the crater. Somehow, knowing that made the whole thihat much more precarious despite being surrounded by stone.

  After a few minutes, he finally reached the end of the stygian maze. There, in a steaming crag, was another smaller temple. Three rge pilrs held up a small roof, making the whole thing feel almost cave-like, and the delicately mosaiced floor was rent in half by a crack that glowed angrily from somewhere far below. Besides his ntern, it was the only light in the room, which was empty save for the veiled woman who sat Indian style, just on the far side of the crabsp;

  He approached her, then sat down on the nearside, opposite her. Only the thin yer of sulfurous fumes and the thin glowing line separated them.

  “Greetings to you, Simon. That was once such a rare name in the world but now, if the stories are to be believed, it is being quite on,” she said smoothly. “It has been a long journey for you to reach me, but I khat one day you would sit here beside me.” Her outfit showed him little of her body, though he could see her mouth as she spoke.

  Ohing was for sure, though. She didn’t look nearly old enough to have advised Elthena’s grandfather about anything. The woman that sat across from him was not a wizened old e; she was a woman iwenties or thirties.

  “It’s an honor,” he said, meaning it. “Though truthfully, I didn’t expect all of this. ”

  “They never do,” she smiled sardonically. “And that is why the number of my visitors is so few. It is a necessary evil, I am afraid.”

  “If you see the future, then why not share yift with the world to make it a better pce?” he asked.

  As soon as he realized he probably shouldn’t have dohat so flippantly, she said, “This is not the question you have e here to ask me, Simon, but because you and I are so simir in this ard, I will tell you about it while you think of a better question.”

  “The world is in flux. Everything is always ging,” she began. “But a still pond is no different, and so long as no oh knowledge from outside of that pond does anything, then all of that chaos will reach its preordained clusion. It is the natural order of things.”

  Simon had no problem following any of that, so he stayed silent as she tinued. “Each time you or I touch that pond, though, we leave a ripple, don’t we? If I tell a queen the answer on how to break a curse ive a king advi how to wage war, then that will ripple out until the whole world is ged, and I must wait for the waters to still before I again be sure of what is true. It is a slow process. To ge things every day would rehe picture muddy and inplete. It is better to make oain ge than a dozen guesses, don’t you find?”

  Simon found himself fbbergasted by the Oracle’s words. This was a versation that he hought it would even be possible to have with anyone except for Hedes, but this strange woman was ying things bare in a way that ractically impossible.

  “I thih know that my mere existence makes those waters ripple,” he answered, uainly.

  “This is true,” she agreed. “Sometimes you make rge waves, and other times you make small ones, but you are always a of uainty that ges things. I would be the same way if I were to desd from this mountain and try to save the world as you suggested, and that would do no one any good. It is far better if I do nothing at all and wait for the world to e to me when they feel like it is necessary.”

  Simon wao say a million things there, but he ruthlessly suppressed all of them. The st thing he needed was to actally ask aupid question. Are you saying I should do nothing at all? What do you think I should do then? How would you hahis? Are you a Goddess?

  All of those were questions that might waste this opportunity, and he had no wish to do that. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected to find a true oracle, and if he did, he’d po ask them about Iona’s supposed curse, but that seemed like almost a waste now. He o think bigger.

  “What I do to save the most people?” he asked finally. “How I make the world a better pce?”

  “That is as noble a goal as it is impossible,” she answered with another smile. “The Gods tried, but where are they now? If another leader sat in front of me, I might tell them the only way was magic, but I think you would take that somewhat too literally. Let us try another answer instead. Most are tile for an approach like this, but you’ve been through mud might appreciate a new perspective.”

  The Oracle reached across the lihat divided them and took his head in both of her hands. Then she whispered, “Breathe deeply, and know that no matter hhtening it gets, I will catch you when you fall.”

  Simon wondered what any of that meant, but as she pulled his face down into the hot volic gases, he did as she instructed. The result was overwhelming. No, overwhelming was the wrong word. One sed, Simo like he was breathing poison, and the , he was melting. His mind was go slipped free of the mysterious woman’s fiips, and it plummeted down through the crato the glowing hellscapes beyond.

  One sed, he was alive in the real world, but now he was on fire, desding lower and lower. First, those fires were merely literal fmes and fountains of magma, but somewhere past that, he slipped into literal hell. There, he fell past legions of souls being tormented and ed in an infinite variety of depravity that was somehoropriate to the terrible lives the victims have lived.

  “The whole universe is powered by pain,” A familiar-looking demon assured him as Simon fell by. “Sooner or ter, we all burn. We have to, or all the stars would go out.”

  “He’s right, you know,” Hedes said, appearing beside him. “That’s why I have to keep shoveling garbage like you into the Pit.”

  “The Pit!” as soon as Simon’s dissolved mind heard those words, things started to restructure. “I ’t be in hell; I'm still i.”

  “Only until you burn like all the rest,” she quipped, fading away just as the demon he’d left somewhere far above.

  He wasn’t falling past wicked hellscapes anymore. Instead, he was falling past each level, one by one, as if they were all ected in a winding staircase. The goblins, the zombies, the bandits, and the pgues. Every one of them was id out together like an old-school game, plete with 8-bit fonts and basiimation loops.

  On the zombie level he locked eyes with Freya for a moment. She looked at him with fear and love, and in that single moment he saw a thousand futures together with her. In some he was a better husband to her, and they even had a happy family. In others, things ended worse than they already had. She died because he could save her from a dozen different fates. Sometimes she even killed him; he even saw her rip out his throat on one occasion. All of the slipped away as he fell past her, though, leaving only regret on both their faces.

  On the volo level, he tried to climb in, to rejoihenna, but his iia wouldn’t let him. Instead, he was swept by for level after level to whatever awaited him below. The deeper he fell, the faster he went. It would have been frightening, but he was too lost to feel afraid.

  He saw the dragon, but it didn’t attack him. It simply tried to expiure of navigatiy as he just kept falling further and faster. There were other levels he’d yet to see, but they flew by before he could do much more than glimpse them. Haunted castles, angry ghosts, wars, and armies of green skins ed and pulsed, making his task ever more plicated, and at the bottom of that, there ool of dark water rushing up at him.

  No, not water, he realized just as he struck it. A giant mirror. He expected to dash himself against it like an i, leaving behind only a bloody smear. Instead, he smashed through it like a rock through a window, and shards of broken gss rained down with him through the darkness.

  “What is going on?!” Simon yelled out into the dark, trying and failing to remember how he’d gotten into such a surreal moment.

  Somewhere far below him, the globe of the world was starting to resolve below him. It was a massive pce, with isnds and tis he’d never glimpsed before. From here, he could only really make out the distinctive peninsu and cluster of isnds that were Ionia, but as he fell, he was able to make out more and more familiar details. Simon ighem in favor of the unfamiliar o the edge of his map until the mirror shards distracted him.

  No one answered, but all the different pieirrors suddenly lit up in that familiar glowing blue writing. Each of them tried to answer his question, but every answer was different, and he didn’t know whie was correbsp;

  ‘This is the bottom of the Pit; you have beaten the game. gratutions!’

  ‘I’m sorry Simon, your Princess is in another castle.’

  ‘You have run out of lives, and yame is over. Please press ao tinue…’

  ‘This is nothing but a bad dream. Simply wake up to end it.’

  ‘I’m sorry, I do not uand the question.’

  It was that st ohat was most familiar to Simon, so even as he saw the ground looming at him out of the darkness, he glided toward the ho mirror, and before he fell to his death, he crawled through the shard, not even sure what was oher side.

  “Oh, would you like to take a turn in here keeping notes while I go outside and py?” the glowing will-o-wisp he hadn’t seen since his first day i. As it asked, he looked behind it to the mountain of information he’d collected in his time i. It was a strange assortment. Some ses, like magid history, were so full they were overflowing, but others had almost nothing.

  Simon walked past all of those. Instead, he went to the se titled, ‘What the Hell am I supposed to do ,’ and opehe only book on the shelf. The book was bnk except for one small paragraph. ‘Hedes pn is so impossible; no one’s ever do, so try things your own way, on your own terms, instead and see how that goes.’

  Simon found that answer both unsatisfying and undeniable. It was not the great philosophical revetion that he’d e here to find, but when he closed the book, all the lights irange, impossible library went dark with it, leaving him to wonder what it was he’d done.

  Then he uood. As he closed the book in his hand, the book that he was also inside of closed on the desk of the mage that was reading it. That book was in turn closed by the mute, Unspoken archivist, who was in turned smmed shut on by the child reading his fairy story for fun. All of those stories ended, and all of those books pced on shelves, and he was buried at the bottom of the smallest one, as little more than a footnote.

  That was when his eyes operemulously, and he looked past the small roofed enclosure to the light of dawn beyond. That was a hell of a trip, he thought to himself. Hours passed in only a couple of minutes. For a moment, he wao believe that this wasn’t real either, but the headache rising behind his eyes as a result of whatever it was he’d breathed in argued persuasively that he was definitely really here.

  It took him that long to realize that he was sitting with his head in the oracle's p. “I-I didn’t learn anything,” Simon rasped through a dry throat. “There were just a bunch of strange—”

  “Shhhh,” she soothed him, stroking his hair. “The lessons of the visions are not always grasped at first, nor are they the most obvious. In time, you will uand, but now you must rest.”

  Simon didn’t know about the former, but the tter was defirue. He stayed awake only a few minutes before he drifted back down into slumber’s irresistible embrace.