I stepped through the tall archway, sword in hand, number 2 graphite glistening on its surface. I looked up and saw them: the elder guardians. Three cloaked figures, towering over me: Derivative, Integral, and Summation. The hardly took notice as I entered the chamber.
"Many have come to the test, and many say the chances of passing, when put on a limit to infinity, diverge. But I come to you today after a long journey. I have passed your tests before, Derivative and Integral. I have slain many a beastly equation using your tactics. Your brother, Summation, I once feared. But his beasts too, have I learned to slay. I come to you today not in fear, but in challenge! I say to you, my chances are convergent! I will pass this test this day!"
They bowed, admitting I had done much to learn the ways of defeating them and their children, the equations. "Then let the test begin." They said, in unison.
I charged, sword held high. It was time to prove myself master of the Calculus.
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