[Ceridwyn]: 152.Fantasy story (untitled)

*Just a note: I could not get my indents and such to format correctly on this, so if it is hard to follow at all, that might be why...                                 Chapter One (unfinished)

Long ago, when I was just a child, the Oracle of the goddess Methria, who was passing through our village on her travels, had been consulted about my future. I had been born early, and continued to be weak even until my fifth year, when the Oracle came. She was invited into our modest wooden hovel, and offered a payment of two silver mythas. I felt bad about this, because that was all we earned from our meager farm in a month, and my mother was wasting it on me. But my mother worried for me, as mothers tend to do. She wanted to be assured that I would live on, and that my death would not precede her own. However, she got far more information from the Oracle than she was prepared for.
“Child,” the cloaked woman whispered to me, “Do not fear me.” Then something strange happened to her. She seemed to go into convulsions of some sort, and grabbed my head in trembling hands. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her voice grew deeper, with richer tones.
“A great sadness will be ever-present in the heart of The One Who Wanders. Into strange realms she will journey; strange and mysterious creatures will both befriend, and attempt to kill this weary traveler. Through many trials will she prevail, but there will be one, of which the outcome is not known. The One Who Wanders must face her greatest fear to save her greatest love…” 
The woman suddenly let go of my head, and sank down to her knees. She continued to tremble, but this trembling it seemed, was not from a great power, but from fatigue. My mother stood in the doorway, hand to her mouth. She seemed too shocked to speak. Somehow, she was able to gather her wits, and offer the Oracle some water. The Oracle sipped the water slowly, and stared at me, which made me nervous. 
Finally, “What is your name, child?” she murmured.
“Kalani,” I whispered shyly.
“Kalani, I do not envy you for what is to come. But do not fear, for you will have many happy times along with the bad.” Her eyes crinkled as she smiled. “I saw some of them.” She seemed to want to tell me more, but my mother interfered. 
“I think we’ve heard enough. It is obvious she will live longer than was thought. But don’t tell her anymore. Whatever happens, she should find out on her own,” she said, in icy tones. She was angry at what the Oracle had revealed. All she had wanted to know was if I would live a long life. What she heard frightened her. I think she was actually more afraid than I. Being only five, I did not understand the gravity of what the Oracle had prophesied. I just wanted to know why she had referred to me as The One Who Wanders.