If you had a second chance, would you take it?
Do everything all over again, in the hopes of attaining a better outcome?
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Even if it meant reliving the pain?
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I knew you would.
So, I grant you one last chance.
Try not to waste it, as there may not be another.
Good luck.
War God of Grandall.
Thud!
Gale winced in pain as he fell off the bed and hit his head on the cold, wooden floorboards of the dorm room. Grunting in annoyance at his misfortune, he slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of the ceiling; which, while not exactly an unpleasant view, was not precisely the first thing he wanted to be seeing.
Getting to his feet, Gale took the time to observe his surroundings. There were three beds in the room, a couple of wardrobes, and a window that was allowing in the sunlight. Yawning, the amber-eyed cadet made his way over to the window and opened it; just in time to enjoy the cool breeze that was passing by, which was carrying the pleasant scent of...bacon?
CRAP! The cadet went wide eyed as he realized an important fact. I'm late for breakfast!
Quickly checking that he was decent, and finding that falling asleep in the standard Grandall Uniform (which consisted of a short-sleeved red cotton shirt, green undershirt, and brown pants) had probably saved him time, Gale turned around to run out the room-
Only to slip on a shirt and find himself tumbling out the window and into the tree below.
'DAMNIT! NOT AGAIN!'
Unbeknownst to Gale, who managed to land, untangle, and climb down the tree before searching for the Mess, his search only taking him farther away from his intended destination, a figure in a white hood and holding a Scythe was watching from afar.
Zasalamel smiled, something that was rare for the dark skinned immortal. He watched in amusement as Gale continued to become even more lost while he searched for his breakfast.
Zasalamel wondered just how much Gale remembered, but eventually shook it off; there were no guarantees after all.
I have repaid my debt. That is all that matters now. Looking over at the lost cadet, who had finally managed to locate the Mess Hall after a lot of effort, Zasalamel shot a sad smile in Gale's direction as he entered.
Shaking it off, he waved his hand in the air, opening a gateway toa place beyond time and space; that came in the appearance of a swirling black portal.
Without looking back, the immortal entered, and as the portal closed behind him he whispered.
'Good luck.'
And with that, he vanished, allowing events to now unfold.
What would happen? He didn't know. The ramifications of his actions could have consequences he could never dream of.
If only he knew…