indie champion may.
written by kit.

multiship. multiverse.
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"May awakens on a strange platform. The surface appears to be a large, stained glass picture of Wally. A phrase courses through her mind 'The door is still shut. Now, step forward. Can you do it?'. Three stone alters rise from the glass surface, with a bright flash. Another sentence fills her mind, as a sword, a shield, and a wand appear above each of the stone alters. 'Power sleeps within you. If you give it form, it will give you strength. Choose well.' "

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     A sword…. a shield… a staff. 

     Any of these things could help her fight, right? That much is clear, that no matter what choice she makes there will be some sort of fighting chance should she run into trouble.

     What sort of trouble would I have to worry about though…?

     The thought is pushed from her mind rather abruptly as instead she chances a few steps closer to the pedestals to survey her choices. All are strong, all are well crafted, and for all intents they stand equal among one another.

     Silvery hues flicker to the staff. Magic, then? She could only assume, with the energy it gave off. Magic is powerful, versatile, and no doubt useful… but unreliable and difficult to master. What if she wasn’t able to properly control it or what if it was too exhausting to perform regularly? What if it didn’t work? It wasn’t as if she was trained in magic in the first place—-

                              The power of the mystic. Inner strength. A staff of wonder and ruin. 

                                                         Is this the power you seek?

     A shake of her head solidifies that no, that isn’t the answer. Not now.

     Gaze travels to the shield, sturdy and strong. She’d be able to use something like that to protect others, to keep the people she loved safe from harm. But… there’s always the matter of not being close enough to use it properly. The size is bulky and wielding it offensively might be difficult for someone her size. 

                       The power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. 

                                                        Is this the power you seek? 

     Another shake of her head. 

     Steely irises fixate on the lone artifact. The sword. The mark of the knight, the weapon to end. She’d certainly be able to fight with something like that and a sword could double as decent enough defense in a pinch. Not too clunky like the shield, not too fickle like the staff… even looking at it sends a coil of heat to her stomach, the sort of excitement she’s none too unfamiliar with. The weapon radiates with thrill and excitement and adventure, of promises to keep and villains to stop. 

                    The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction. 

                                                         Is this the power you seek?

     After a long moment of hesitation, the girl steps forward and her hand clasps the hilt with burning determination. She was going to protect her friends, no matter what it took and no matter how treacherous such a task may be.

      Light engulfs, mind and body, as the strange platform seems to fade from her conscious.

                                                           Your path is set.

HW