The Door to the Gods
It was an oppressive feeling to be at the door again. How often had he seen the light in his dreams. The lightning bolts that struck him hungry. Which his friends had torn to pieces on the spot. How could he be sure that he could control the force? All that he had learned in the past few years had prepared him for it?
It didn't matter. They didn't care. The council would simply find a new student if it failed. Exposing a new group of children to the horror that followed whoever opened the gate. He had to do it for them alone.
And then? Then what would they do with him? What would they do with the power they would gain through him? Probably win the war. They would force him to hold the gate and send the armies through to finally be able to call the world of the gods their own. To gain their strength. Did he have to stop them? Why should that be his duty? He just wanted to live. He wanted his family to stay alive. Nothing more and nothing less. What was the bigger picture to him? Should the worlds fight.
The stabbing feeling in his heart revealed his uncertainty about his own thoughts. He knew what was right. And that he just didn't do it because he was a coward. But basically it didn't matter. It wouldn't matter if he couldn't survive the opening of the gate now. As his grip tightened on his staff, he took a deep breath. No matter what came after, now was the moment of truth.