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Falling... falling... falling was the only thing he felt. There was no light, there was no sounds except that of waves. Finally, after falling for so long, he touched something solid. He landed on a platform, which then began to shine with a bright light. Doves as black as the night sky rose from the ground, showing a stained glass picture of a man preparing for a journey, and illuminating the him in bright light.
"Your first choice," spoke a calm voice, "Decide whether you go on a journey, or stay, and float away in the darkness,"
"What?" he yelled, "What kind of choice is that?" He received no answer from the Voice, "Of course, I'll go! Why would I want to stay here?"
"Are you sure?" asked the Voice at last, "After all the pain you have, and have caused?"
"Wha... What are you talking about?" he replied.
"You do not remember, it is what happens when someone gives in to the darkness completely," answered the Voice, "If you want your memories back you must go forward, but the question is with what you know at the moment, do you want to?"
"I... I.. Yes!" he responded, "I want to keep going!" At first there was no answer, as if the Voice was considering his answer, the it finally spoke.
"Then I will give you a gift, your name is Daxovan, and many choices lay ahead of you, but those are both far off and near," it stated with omniscient certainty, "For now your second choice, which path will you take? The path of darkness," at this a door made of obsidian iron, with bleach white skull handles appeared, "Or the path of light," a door made of oak, painted white, and stain glass window in the border, it also had a golden doorknob, "Both lead to great rewards, but only one can be chosen,"
"How am I supposed to choose?" Daxovan screamed only to receive no answer. He walked to the door of light, and grabbed the handle.
"The path of light, protector of all, and knows many, but weak, skills. Accepted by many, but rarely finds true allies. A power for those of the most pure of hearts. Is this the form you wish?" the Voice asked. Daxavan released the handel, and walked over to the other door, then grabbed the bone, "The path of darkness, warriors of their beliefs, knows few, but powerful, skills. Accepted by only a few, and finds true allies easily. A power for those who have seen much pain, but have gained strength because of it. Is this the form you wish?"
"Here goes nothing," Daxovan spoke as his grip tightened, and he pulled the door open, a dark smoke spilled from the door, and covered the platform. Before he could walk through, the platform crumbled form under him, and he fell again at a much greater speed. Soon he landed on a new platform with the scene depicting circles of weapons, and a man reaching out to choose one. Upon the platform were three pedestals, the one in the middle had two plain swords with leather hilts, a picture on the pedestal showed a man wielding both swords at once. The pedestal to the right had another sword, also with a leather hilt, only the picture showed a man wielding it in a backward grip, and the pedestal to the left had yet another sword only it was much larger than the others, the picture showed a man wielding it like it was as light as a feather.
"Your next choice is," spoke the Voice, "Which way will you fight?" Daxovan looked over at the weapons, and walked over to the giant sword. As he layed his hand on it the Voice spoke again, "The Buster, a style of great strength, and power. This style uses all focus to attack," he walked over to the right pedestal, and once again the Voice spoke, "The Slipstream, a style of amazing speed, and grace. This style lacks strength, but makes up for it in speed," he then walked over to the last set, and listened to the Voice, "The Dual Hold, a style that uses speed, and strength to destroy enemies. This style is weaker than the Buster, and slower than the Slipstream, but uses the ability of multitasking to use both,"
"I'm really getting tired of making all these decisions," said Daxovan irateably. He looked around at the weapons, and after a few minutes grabbed the two swords.
"The Dual Hold, a ambidexterous ability, is this the form you wish?" asked the Voice.
"Yes," replied Daxovan, "Now what?" Suddenly, as in response to his question a staircase of stained glass appeared from the black misty surroundings. He grabbed the swords, but they dissappeared. He looked at the stairs and sighed, "Thank you!," he exclaimed, "No more falling!" he then proceeded to run up the stairs to another platform, "Great another one," he said sarcasticly. On this platform were three more pedestals, the middle one had a sword, like the last, only it had three circles on guard, the left pedestal had a staff with a crystal in the shape of the three circles, and the right pedestal had a shield with the same circle design.
"Choose," said the Voice, in it's usual mysterious way. Daxovan walked to the shield, and touched it, "The power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all," he let go of the shield, and walked over to the staff, "The power of the mystic. Inner strength. A staff of wonder, and ruin," once again Daxovan walked away, and went to the sword, "The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction," he walked away again. What do I choose, he thought each time he touched one of them a part of him felt so much stronger he didn't want to choose. After a few minutes he looked back to the staff, and took it the power it offered swelled inside him, "You have chosen the power of the mage, your previous choice allows one more power, what will you choose?" he sighed again, and looked at the sword. He walked back over to it, and grabbed it, "The power of the warrior, and the power of the mage is this your choice?" asked the Voice
"Yes," he replied without hesitation, suddenly the shield vanished.
"You have taken two powers, the last must be given in exchange for them," answered the Voice. A pool of darkness opened in the air, "You have gained two new skills, the shadow way, and the power to fight," at this the two swords from before shimmered into his hands, "Stand strong!" the Voice warned as the the pool of darkness changed into five small white monsters with antenae, and completely blue eyes, "Lites! Defend yourself!" one of the white creatures ran at Daxovan, and jumped in the air. Before he even knew what was happening one of his swords flew up and blocked the attack. Then some force made his other blade go for an attack, only for the creature to land and melt into the ground as a shimmer. Daxovan finally regained control of himself and looked around, the creatures had surrounded him. He didn't know what to do, when suddenly the Voice spoke again, "Remember you can fight!"
It was like a lock in his mind was opened, he dropped down low and spun, the blades struck two monsters, and they dissolved away. Quickly, he stood up, and brought his right blade up to block as another monster tried to attack from the air, this was followed up by an slash from the left blade. Next he jumped into the air and brought both blades down in a stab, right through a monsters little head. Daxovan was breathing deeply, how was he able to do this, he didn't know, he was still deep in thought when he spun around, and cut the last monster in half.
"What's going on?" he shouted out, "How am I able to do these things?" he got no answer. Suddenly the whole floor became a Shadow Way, and he sunk into it, before he passed out he heard the Voice say,
"The next choice to be made is at the bottom of this darkness, can you make it?"