The reflection
Behind him, the steel bars slammed down, preventing any return. Ahead of him, another barred door prevented any progress.
Around him the shallow water rippled, reflecting the clear blue of the impossible sky above.
Between the doors was a solitary island, with a single tree, the branches moving gently in an unseen breeze.
He walked across to the island, with the water lapping at his feet. His reflection followed him, looking up at him from under the endless lake.
On the island he now stood, looking around, seeing water stretching to infinity, the two doors backing onto nothingness.
He walked over to the other door, with the water lapping at his feet. His reflection did not follow him.
On the island appeared a figure, cloaked in shadows, a reflection of his self.
They looked at each other. One garbed in green, one garbed in darkness.
They watched in silence, each waiting for the other to make the first move. One true, one false.
He drew his sword, and prepared to conquer himself.