The mountain crumbles in front of me. A lightning storm. The electricity courses the air. I am to do this alone. One on one combat. One should have a sense of forboding as the rock tumbles in to the river uncovering a staircase leading in to the mountain.
I entered. The halls littered with gold, statues of the six along the wall. The central chamber seems very much a battle ring. My patron goddess, Dwayna, stands wrought from gold on sides as I slowly step in. I am alone, but I feel powerful. I feel as if i'm being watched as well. I prepare myself for the unexpected as best I can. Then he appears. A doppleganger of fire.
I size him up. I would assume he would be doing the same yet he has no apparent being. No being means no mind. A robotic fighter, a mimic. I prepare my skills, and in a moment of nervousness, I scream a battle cry, and taunt this fiery being.
He does not wait. First to attack he throws my own fiery beam of judgement at me, and I run from it. I cast my own upon him and I notice a descrepency. He is not evading the flames. I cast again, and he finally exits, damaged near fatally. I dodge in and out of his spear tosses, and cast again. He stands in it again, and he is dead. It is done. I have bested myself. I am the chosen. I have ascended. It is time to visit the oracle for my final test of strength and mind. Then I can save Evennia, if she is still alive. Save Saidra. I will save the world.
