On a wintry autumn evening, the air chill and the trees cloaked in gold and red leaves, Jeyden Rhodes did something he didn't usually do: he decided to take a walk. He knew a really good place to walk nearby, and the leaves were about to start falling, so why not take the opportunity. After leaving a note on the table and grabbing his jacket, it was colder than he had expected, Jeyden walked out of the door, his black shoes making a dull thud on the sidewalk as he broke into a brisk jog. He eventually reached the place, a park which held a beautiful lane for both bicycles and those on foot to walk. The sky was hidden by the outstretched red-gold covered tree canopy, and the wind picked up as Jeyden started walking. He put up the hood of his jacket and uttered a silent whoop as he noticed that he was the only one on the lane. He started off at a leisurely pace, his mind wandering far and wide, until a ragged cough brought Jeyden back into the present. An old man had somehow gotten ahead of him and was sitting on a fallen log, the old man's breaths coming in ragged and inconsistent huffing. "You there, young man." The old man said as Jeyden walked to where the old man sat. Jeyden, a bit bored with nobody to talk to, replied "Yes?"

"Pick one." The old man said, bringing out four small pedestals, each one a different color with a unique item resting on each on. The first in the left was a ruby on a sludgy purple pedestal, and to its immediate right was a ice blue pedestal with a claw and a wing, each covered in frost, on it. Next was a murky swamp green pedestal with some reptile skin on it, and the last pedestal had a bit of broken chain, the pedestal itself looking so ethereal that Jeyden didn't think it could even support the bit of chain.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want any of these things." Jeyden said, the words sounding childish and immature.

"Fine." The man said, pulling out a fifth pedestal from his back pocket. The fifth pedestal was grey, but also something more. As he saw the pedestal, colors started whirling around in his head, as the leaves started to shake overhead, preparing to fall. On the fifth pedestal was, well, it was something and nothing at the same time. Jeyden couldn't see what was resting on the pedestal, but he could see the shadow of something, some sort of shifting mass. "Well, young one? The old man said, tearing Jeyden's transfixed gaze back to the here and now, "is this what you want?"

"Yes." Jeyden said, as the leaves above their heads fell ina glorious cascade of fire and gold. Jeyden extended his hand and took whatever existed on the pedestal. The old man smiled and said something in a language Jeyden had never heard as the fallen leaves surround Jeyden, showing him the way to a world of possibilities.