There I stood, gazing toward the foggy blue lake water. It resembled a crystal ball- no, not the misconception people have developed concerning crystal balls and divination. I mean the kind of orb encrusted with tiny, glimmering stones, the kind that transports you to a land of foggy blue mist, where everything has been done, yet nothing has begun. The lake reflected nothing. It was liquid blue smoke, rippling against the stony shore. Here and there, you could almost spot wisps of clouds. But the lake was seemingly endless, to my infinite surprise. It was a long azure cloth that overlapped the stage it was assigned.
An image was forming itself in the lake. As it swam into view, I could make out a large, heavy tome, with a faded out title written in shimmering gold ink. The Book of the Gods. As I marvelled over the cryptic message, a Gorgona rose to the surface. It spoke, in a rasping voice that seemed to carry the voices of a thousand others, yet her words reached not my ears but my very being, and were not in any language I knew, yet somehow I could understand.
"Your destiny shall be revealed through the pages of this book." I heard nothing else after that. The Gorgona opened her mouth again and breathed over the lake, and her breath was a mist so overpowering that I fell into the realms of darkness I knew so well.