The Tower of Truth: Soothsayer Moan

"Good morning, child! You have come to my home seeking knowledge of the future, yes?" Lady Moan rasped in a breathy voice.
"Yes, I wish to know who the child bearing my crest is and how long until the war that may bring an end to my immortality will begin?" a man wearing a long black cloak said as he rested upon he couch.
"The child you are looking is a warrior, lost in this city. The war shall begin in due time, The Fates plan has yet to be fulfilled." she replied as she gathered a bowl of bones and placed them near the fire pit.
"Lady Moan, what is it that you have lived in Central for the past four centuries for?" the man asked.
"Very much the same as you, a way to end this miserable existence by fulfilling my responsibilities as the seer. For my task in this world is soon to come to an end and then I shall rest in peace!' she replied with a luminous smile.
"But I have yet to truly understand what my task in all this is? I have no memory up until 6,000 years ago." the man said as he began to remove his cloak, revealing the handsome face of a young man of twenty years of age with vibrant golden eyes.
"I remember when we first met, it was almost 10,000 years ago, you had just met the big three and taught them how to survive without killing everything in their path. I was a young seer with my life laid out before me. You walked up to me and told me that I had a beautiful smile and a wondrous outlook on life then asked me to marry you, I accepted knowing that you were the only greater being that cared about the mortals of this world and together we could heal the damage that the Creator would cause." She replied as she threw a few pieces of wood into the fire to bring it back to a brilliant glow.
"I must go soon, Moan, I must find out if any of the warriors that live here in Central are aware of what is to come. Love you, my dear!" he said as he gathered himself up, opened the small window in the clock face and lept out for the streets below.

Isis ran up the steps of the tower, she could hear her sisters all whispering and crying, they were scared, and rightly so. Isis burst into her room and grabbed her dagger, the blade glowly slightly as it felt her touch, she then covered her eyes with her hands, the tattooed eyes then started to glow a luminous purple, casting an eery glow around her room.
Her body remained in her room, yet her mind was sent to the battlefield. She was high above the scene, watching the outsiders lay seige to the city, she looked at the men that were attempting to get across the walls, their attempt was in vain, no one had ever breached the walls. She watched as one of the defenders set fire to the towers that had brought the invaders. Before she could watch the towers burn, storm clouds gathered and blocked her view.
Isis dropped her hands from her face and quickly turned, her dress flowing freely. Isis made it back out onto the streets and ran straight for the wall. Her dagger In it's hilt and her hands free to perform. Isis made it to the wall and quickly ascended the walls steps. She was swiftly meet with an opponent, one who did not expect Isis to fight back. Using her magic, she lifted the assailant and threw him off the wall, his body being swept away by the flooding. She then grabbed the hidden knives from her thigh and threw them, her telekinesis guiding them into throats and stomachs. She drew her dagger and ducked under an attacker's swing, her skirts tripping him up before she drove the dagger through his chest. She closed in on one of the towers and focused her telekinesis, crushing the base and pushing it away from the walls, topling the seige tower onto the army below.