Decisions Made
"Welcome Leo Wyatt." one of the strangers greeted.
"Where am I?" Leo asked, confused, as to why he wasn't on the battlefield.
"This is what's typically referred to as Heaven."
"Heaven? Wait if this is Heaven does that mean..."
"That you're dead that is correct. We are the Elders, an advance group of whitelighters."
"Whitelighters? I'm sorry but what does this have to do with me?"
"Whitelighters are mortals, or people without magic in their blood, who have passed on. Like you they dedicate their lives to helping others and are reworded immortality to continue doing good."
"Doing good how?" Leo asked intrigued.
"By being a whitelighter for good witches. You'll guide them in the craft."
"I don't know anything about magic."
"You'll be taught about the history and basics of Wicca. Plus, we are always around if further help is needed. You'll also be trained to control your healing, orbing and sensing powers. If you do not wish to join us, then we'll let you move on to the afterlife."
"I'll join you."
"You don't want to think about it?"
"I joined the army and I applied to medical school so I could help people. At least this way I'll still be able to help in some way."
"That is a very whitelighter answer." Odin said seemingly pleased. The next thing Leo knew he was enveloped in a bright, white light.