Divination! An important aspect to Greek life, seen as a priest or priestess, these men and women were a mediator to and from the wishes of the gods on Mount Olympus. Questions were answered and the wishes of the Gods and Goddesses given through deep connections between mortals and their God counterparts. A specific time, place, and person were needed. Some were just a ravings and others had been divine inspirations. Many were loathed and many were celebrated. It took plenty of time and concentration when revealing bad news for it would shake whole towns and threaten to topple the world as they knew it as a whole. One thing was certain for these Oracles: death is natural and a part of life. They took what they saw and just passed it through Greece. So one morning, as the legend goes, one oracle sitting as his temple connected with a real problem. In his meditative state, he saw the world, his Greece, being destroyed by Giants and Titans, chaos ensuing and eating up the world as they know it. Shocked and disturbed, he lit more fires in his temple upon a hill and breathed in more herbs, wishing to find a resolution to this destruction. Finding his answer took weeks but soon enough, the images in his mind started to formulate. "Unless the wind, blown by the once mortal God and his four followers, blasts in the right direction with the help of the one who holds his heart, the world shall know only chaotic darkness." Is what he would preach in the cities, countryside and wherever his travels took him. Needing to spread the word across the city-states of Greece. If this man should die, the common people would hear his preached word and spread his prophecy. For no one in their right mind would let the world fall into darkness. Today, the known world is hardly explored. Men conquer all the land they can, the Greeks spreading across their peninsula, finding trouble to the East and West. Not only wars but also environmental troubles for the world, day by day, becomes darker and darker. Crime is high and greed is hot. Not even the philosophers can keep the men and women together. Something in the air has been staling as the years progress and most people think it's just going to get worse without the god and goddesses assistance. Aeolus, hearing one of these prophecies in the arts influenced city of Athens, only shakes his head. Moving through the mass of vendors, he hardly listens to what the gray haired man with a crooked cane has to say. To him there were Oracles who resided in crafted temples and then there were brainless fools who stalked the street. Looking up at the sky, all he sees are the tops of temples and ivory or marble. Strong, smooth, and glittering in the summer light. Being about twenty years old, his form is growing in quite well from his time in the sun and on the estate his family owns. Today, he roams around town, searching to find any fun he can manage. For now, his head is up, hardly looking where he is going. Outside of town resides towering mountains of the north and even more to its center. The south is a plateau, fingers stretching out into the Mediterranean Sea. The Persian War rages on, Aeolus well on his way training as a soldier but luckily he has yet been deployed. However, his heart his unsteady and he knows that any day, he will be sent to assist on the great battlefields.