A Truth on FantasyHere I am, falling endlessly in a pitch black abyss. I've forgotten how I got here, or why I was even sent here. All I hear is a distant voice. "Move forward, into the light..." I hear a calm tune of voice call to me. I open my eyes and see a dim light with no source, I walk towards it. I mean, I really have no chose do I? As I step into the light a warmth comes over me. Suddenly the ground glows and sparkles. I see a stain glass image of a young boy, about my age who seems to be calmly floating. "Follow me." I hear the same voice once again, as stain glass stairs appear out of no where. I think to myself. "The Station of Awakening..." I mumble. I know where I am, who's talking to me, and why I was sent here. Does this mean... All of it was true? I follow the steps up to a new image, this time a girl. "Chose a weapon..." three columns appear. One with a sword, one with a shield, and one with a staff. "Wisdom, strength, or caring" I mumbled staring at the weapons. I chose caring. "Now..