The Elemental truce

Chapter two: the mirror

One by one we enter the room, none of us coming out of the silver wood golden handled door we entered .Finally it is my turn to enter the room, my turn to finally see what is to come in my future my timeline. My whole life is to be set out before me with this singular decision...

I enter the room. The first thing I notice is that I'm not alone, Gwen( the girl who went in before me) is standing still with a placid smile on her face but she looks somehow different, more mature, I ask out of instinct"who are you?" when I do so my anger flares creating multiple copies of me who fade as soon as I finish my sentence. (We'll come on to why this happened a bit later) "why do you ask, I am you of course."she says reaching out, touching my hand, and in that instant her form changes morphing into an exact copy of myself, however as it was as when she when she was Gwen she is again older looking, if I were to hazard a guess I would say around the age of 16. "I am you, your future your past and all the options you could have chosen, but now you are faced with the question what will you become?. Let me show you." In that instant she snapped her fingers and the scenery changed to a luscious ballroom with ornate gold embellishments on the top of the room and a golden carpet to match, she had changed dress and width, her dress was a sea green silk of expensive make, with her golden hair in a bun and a string of pearls strung around her neck. As for her width, well, she was on the plump side."This is you as a citizen with no harm or danger in your life, you have a good job and will most likely die quietly in the city of old age or cancer." She said this with a smug smile on her face making me wonder wether she enjoyed predicting another persons death, this option did not excite me,from an early age I had never been an academic person and had spent the last four years of my life training in my back yard with Thomas and Father Smith (our father through adoption) dodging Tom and the Father's flames and I was not about to give up four years of training in one minuet, not now not ever! "No thank you, I am not about to go for a plump life in the city!" I exclaimed as a raging fire glowed around my feet."Ok, all right then ,what about a mage?" She said this with an angered look as if she had expected me like most of the people who come her way to choose the easy plush way of life. "Again I have already ruled out that option along with the option of warrior, both of these only use one of ones talents and altogether are weak attacks to use against the you know whats for they easily learn how you attack and therefore overpower you for whilst you make an
Attack as a Mage it takes time and the rest of the Warriors need to back you up so you rely on them and warriors rely on mages to finish the you know whats off so either option is actually undeniably STUPID!!" I ended up raging at her this time, standing in the middle of a hurricane combined with a flood and fire , ice and i think some earth flying around there too. "ALRIGHT! Ok! I get your point, I'll show you your last option that of a warrior mage, the hardest out of all of the groups to survive in they only have a 3% graduating rate, they do the most fighting yet have the highest survival rate for they are the only ones with their own academies, known as being the hardest in the world to get into..." "Yeah, Yeah, yeah I know all that just show me already!"
"Fine Missy!"
She changed into a white battle dress with a gold rimmed hem that shined in the sun, a gold and white swirled cloak that came up to the back of her knees, Her shoes were white battle boots framed with gold, and she was holding a gold and white foldable scythe/hammer/sniper gun in her hand, her icy blue eyes shining with pure proudness, a look that I had never seen in my eyes before.
"You look, well.....you ARE me so I suppose... I look amazing and strong and beautiful at the same time, I never thought that it was possible for me to look like that!"
"If this is a destiny you choose hold my hands and say with me;" (frankly just to add this in she seemed really peeved that I chose this and said it quite harshly, I mean HONESTLY it is her job!) together we say it, we say the almardul ( said armardool) the pledge of truthfulness handed down for generations.
And with that I become a younger version of her, with a weapon in my hand and the wind in my hair I leave the room, awaiting the future that lies in wait.