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A/N: Don't let the early fluff fool you, I'm going the angst route hardcore. Sorry, Ravus: your life is suffering.

The Oracle was always a woman. Ravus remembered knowing that as long as he’d known anything. His mother was the Oracle, and one day - “Not for very many years yet, dear heart” - her daughter would be Oracle in her place.

Her daughter, Lunafreya.

Because the only thing Ravus had known for longer than he’d known that the Oracle was a woman was that he wasn’t. Even if his palms glimmered with golden sparks sometimes like Mother’s did. That didn’t mean anything.

“Of course it doesn’t, dear heart,” said Mother when he asked her. “The Astrals just get a little confused sometimes, that’s all.” She smiled, and Ravus smiled too, to think of the Astrals making a mistake. He guessed he couldn’t really blame them, when even his parents had been confused until he’d been able to correct them. At his age, parents were far more powerful and important than mere Astrals.

But “just in case”, as Mother said, she taught him what to do with those golden sparks. She taught him how to call on the power of the Oracle, how to sense the Starscourge lurking in a person’s blood, and how to drive it out. Ravus didn’t quite understand why he had to have these lessons, when he wasn’t a woman and so couldn’t be Oracle, but those were still some of his happiest hours, him and Mother and Lunafreya sitting together, or working on their stamina by playing glow-tag in the gardens.

Those lessons tapered off as he got older, but instead he got more time with Father, learning how to rule Tenebrae. He learned economics and history, statecraft and swordplay. Just as Lunafreya was to be Oracle, so Ravus was to be King one day, and there were many things he would need to know. He liked learning them, liked swordplay best of all, liked how the Tenebrae Guard folded him into their ranks without a moment’s hesitation. He was their little prince. He didn’t realize until much later just how valuable that was.

When he was twelve, both Mother and Father called him into Mother’s office for a Talk with a capital T. What followed was the most embarrassing half hour of his young life, but at the end of it they had come up with a plan to make sure his body turned out right as he got older. It would mean getting a lot of special shots, but that was okay with Ravus. He just wanted to make sure he grew into a man. Being a kid was mostly fine regardless, but he knew women grew breasts and curves and he wanted nothing to do with any of that.

The first shots came a month later, shipped carefully all the way from Lucis. Ravus had to struggle to stay still for them and not bounce with excitement. Bouncing was not dignified, but he wanted to anyway.

As he got older, as he got taller and put on muscle and his voice deepened, Lunafreya started to change in a different way. She got quieter, more solemn at strange moments. Ravus asked her what was wrong every time he saw her frown, but she always said, “I’m just a little tired, Ravus,” and even though he knew she was lying he couldn’t get her to tell him the truth.

He went to his parents with his concern, but they just got the same solemn expression on their faces and said, “Being the Oracle is a difficult undertaking,” and refused to explain what was so difficult about it. Lunafreya had been going out with Mother more and more, healing the Starscourge. Maybe talking to all those people was wearing her out, Ravus thought. It sure would have worn him out. He wasn’t much of a people person. The people at the manor were okay because he knew them all, but sometimes strangers overwhelmed him even if they didn’t get his name or title wrong. That didn’t happen so much anymore, though, he thought to himself with satisfaction. He was truly growing into a man. Everyone could see it.

Later on, he wished he’d appreciated his life more, wished he hadn’t taken for granted that every servant called him by his proper title, wished he’d told his parents more often that he loved them, wished he’d forced the truth out of Lunafreya somehow, wished he’d studied more, questioned more, practiced more, done something more that could change what came next.

Because when he was sixteen, the Empire came.

Oh man, this is gonna HURT... ;_;

YEP :3

Prompt Post

FILL: Sacrifice 1a/?? Re: Any Oracle, Gendering Roles makes everything awkward

FILL: Sacrifice 1b/?? Re: Any Oracle, Gendering Roles makes everything awkward

Re: FILL: Sacrifice 1b/?? Re: Any Oracle, Gendering Roles makes everything awkward

Re: FILL: Sacrifice 1b/?? Re: Any Oracle, Gendering Roles makes everything awkward