You floated down to a walkway two hundred feet below the city. The walkway seemed to be black stone, but you could not see the exact material from above. It was carved and polished. Looking up, you saw the balcony you had occupied before you fled to the city. The balcony was enclosed in golden stone with purple accents. It was a very expensive-looking building. The structure itself was flat and wide. The narrow walkway upon which you stood seemed to be of the same black stone as the rest of it. The walkway ran for the entire length of the building
The city that you were in was as strange as the structure you stood upon. It was not a city that you had ever seen before. your first impression of the place was that it was very clean and well kept. No garbage littered the streets. Everything seemed to be in its right place. However, there was something sinister and unnatural about the feel. In fact, you were not quite sure if you were looking at a city at all. It was strange. A city should be filled with people. Yet, it was devoid of inhabitants. There was not a soul in sight.
Startled, you looked around, as you had just heard something. The voice spoke again, but you could not understand him. It was as if he was speaking a different language. However, you recognised the voice. It was the orphanage caretaker, Joseph. You turned around to face the man. You took a step back. His eyes were pure black and his skin had turned white as a sheet. He was clothed in a garment that looked like a robe made of thin silk. It was purple in colour. The robe had a slit down the right side where his leg could move freely. The splits ended where his right arm could easily move. His left arm ended with an sleeve ending just above his elbow. His left hand was covered with a black glove. The glove was made of gloves ceramic material and it seemed to be a continuation of his robe. It had a hole in the centre of his palm. He was holding a long white staff. It was made of a material you did not recognise. It was soft to the touch. It felt very much like a water pipe.
You stepped back further as you brought your hands together.
"My life for you!" you shouted as you threw your hands apart.
From your hands came a sphere of light.
"Lord of the light" you muttered.
The orb exploded and formed a shield of light around you. However, the shield was not strong enough to protect you. It was flung back as a crimson beam intercepted it. You fell from the walkway on which you stood. You crashed onto the ground, tumbling for ten feet before coming to a stop. You looked up to see if you could stand. You tried to move your arm. You could not feel it. Breathing heavily, you could feel your heart beginning to beat faster. You could feel your blood surging through your veins. In your mind, you reached out for your dark powers. You looked into the distance and saw the caretaker, a purple glow around him. By your side, you saw three dark masses. They were the size of your fist. You grabbed them. They were hot, to the touch. You put one on your shoulder and two on the damaged part of your arm. As you did so, the three masses merged with your shoulder. You moved the arm. It was restored. With good fortune, you could not feel any pain at all. The dark masses had merged with your body and were serving you.
You forced your legs to move. The walkway sways a few feet to the left before you regain your balance. As you stand and look into the distance, you could see a figure standing on the other side of the walkway. When you turned around, you saw the man standing at the bottom of the walkway. He was also dressed in a purple robe with a slit in the front. He had a staff in his right hand. Its shape was similar to your own staff. The man looked at you with pure black eyes that were set against a pale face. He seemed to be asking you a question.
You raised your staff. You pounded the staff against the walkway. From it came a purple glow which transformed into a platform. You jumped onto the platform. The platform floated towards the man. You stood in front of him and held out your staff. The platform floated towards him.
"Light of sun and earth" you shouted.
The platform quickly sped towards the man and collided with his. The two lights collided and cancelled one another out. Then, abruptly, the platform turned red. A red beam fired from it. The beam hit the caretaker in the chest. The beam swirled around him, until it disappeared, as if it had never been there. The caretaker walked over it unhindered. You held your staff together.
"Yes." you muttered.
The platform transformed into a shield. It was in the shape of a hexagon. You then placed your hands together. On your right hand you placed the dark mass on your shoulder. On your left hand was the one that was on your left arm.
"Lord of the light, Lord of the dark, bring me victory." you shouted
The light swirled around you. When it finally disappeared, the pants and the top of your clothes had changed. The pants became pale white with black trimmings. A cloak of light wrapped around you. Your chest and back were covered with light.