Part One: The Beginning

Are you ready?

Awakened, eyes opened to an endless abyss. Everywhere was pitch-black, and looked as
if it could stretch on forever without a speck of light. Here she was alone, only
accompanied by a pair of silver doors that illuminated a bright light within the darknesslooming and awaiting for an answer. The doors were engraved with illustrations of
dragons, fine and well-crafted, marked as if it told a story. On the left door, the pictures
showed of a dragon that resided within a difficult maze. On the right door, the dragon
looked as if it was consumed by loneliness, a sun glaring within the center. The doors
rumbled, shaking new found dust from its ledge as if it was snow-beckoning for an
answer. An answer to the question that was spoken earlier, however there was no answer,
not yet.
She hadnt given much thought to it, was she ready, she wondered. In her gut, fear raged
on preventing her to ask any questions. Why was there so much fear, was something on
the line? She thought of things, but not of the mundane, just of thoughts that were related
to the question presented. It felt as though she was here numerous times before, that there
was something she wanted, needed, to get. That if she were to pass these doors, she
would be able to find what she was looking for, however there was fear. Fear that raged
within her, millions of butterflies flew within her stomach and yet there was the prospect
of joy. She was eager and felt the jumpiness of her own nerves. The figure stepped
forward, the floor, raw and smooth, froze the bare skin beneath her feet. The doors
loomed as if they were glaring down upon her, anticipating for an answer.