The clouds part, and a small brunett boy awakes. He floats aimlessly in the cloudy abyss, his necklass -- a keychain more like it -- waves around his neck in the current of wind blowing upwards.

I've been having this weird thoughts lately, like is any of this for real or not?

When you walk away
you don't hear me say-- "please, oh baby, don't go." 
STATION OF THE HEART
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight
It's hard to let it go.

The young boy woke up, standing upon a stain glass window and a voice in his head. He glanced at the glass below him, yellow in color and paper thin. It depicted a young woman in a blue and yellow gown -- with skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.

So much to do, so little time... take your time. And don't be afraid. The door is still shut. Now, step forward. Can you do it?

The boy takes a few slow steps foward. A light shines down from above -- as a large stone pedestal rises from the platform in a shower of light and magic. He looks toward it, a ruby red shielf blinks into exitence, floating above it. Another pedestal rises from the stain glass, a blue staff floating delicately above it.

The voice in his head -- watery, thin,and whispery -- it spoke again.

Power sleeps within you...

Another pedestal rises from the stain glass, a blue staff floating delicately above it.

...and if you give it form...

A third pedestal appear in front of the young boy, who turns toward it. A steel sword appears, floating in midair.

...It will give you strength.

The young boy stared at the four pedestals.

Choose well.

The boy immediately ran towards the staff. Blue, delicate and smooth yet powerful.

The power of the rainfell. An inner strength, soft yet resilience. A staff of wonder and ruin. Is this the power you follow?

The young boy opened his mouth. "...Yes." Then, quite ever so, the staff vanished into a thin light blue smoke - smelling of rain and of the aquifer.

My, my... now, what will you give up in exchange?

The boy glanced at the steel sword. Walking softly on the glass, he grabbed it. "...This."

The power of the earthshaker. Invincible courage. A sword of justice and of terrible destruction. You give up this power?

The boy nodded.

The stones sink into the floor, knocking the boy back a few inches.

The ground ruffles like a bird feathers, the yellow glass turning into an ebony darkness. 

And the young boy fell.