A pure white void surrounded Moriah, empty aside from her and two other beings- the masters of this place, her summoners. They opened their closed eyes, and a glow that must have been made of the same stuff that colored the void around them seeped out; a material- no, an energy- that, much like the non-existent walls just out of Moriah’s reach, paradoxically made its presence known in that it was there, but could never be reached.
“Moriah Stockton, Dreamer Sanguine in name,” one of them- a man- addressed as he folded his arms against his chest, “We have called you here, to the place of our respite, to issue you your ultimate mission.”
“You will, as a master of Lucidity, perform a master’s greatest honor and duty; you will expose the secrets of your craft to a select set of students we have chosen for you to mentor,” the other, a woman, continued. She lifted her arms a little from her side, palms facing forward towards Moriah, as if she was trying to convince Moriah of the futility of any opposition to this plan. “You will carry out this duty with two goals in mind: the developmental well-being of your students, and the ability to detain the world’s strongest adversary, Vivid.”
“Do you accept our summons, and your quest?” The man questioned.
Like Moriah was really going to say “no” at this point.
“I accept,” Moriah declared, standing up strait and looking her superiors in what would have been their eyes.
The woman smiled. “Then it shall be set forth as we have stated. The council shall be notified.”
“Now return to your rightful dwelling,” the man commanded, “and carry out the task we have given unto you.”
Moriah nodded and turned around on her heels, walking a short distance before she vanished in a swirl of fog.
You had just graduated. This… this wasn’t right. You should have been at the rumored-to-be awesome party that the other fatigued were holding for all the graduates, but for some odd reason, you had been escorted away and placed in this cramped, uncomfortable room, only made worse by the tense silence that hung in the air. Aside from the two guards posted on either side of the only exit, there were nine of you in the room at the moment- nine graduates who, despite going to the same training facility, had only managed to gain a loose acquaintance with one another.
Well this sucked.
One of the men that had escorted you all here- he looked sort of important, if not just old- had told all of you that the reason you were here was that, despite the fact that you had graduated, you had been evaluated as “needing an extended amount of monitored time refining your abilities.” Like hell that was true- all of you had seen Dreamers who couldn’t do jack-didly-do-da in the academy, and yet they had been allowed the freedom of escaping training. So what was so different about you? So special?
Not that any of you said this while the man was in the room; as a matter of fact, to each their own reason, but all of you were decisively quiet as the elder man (Councilman Something-or-other) explained the situation as vaguely as possible, told you to make friends with each other, and left, taking a small posse of guards with him. The only lasting thing that the man had really left behind was that someone was going to come meet all of you eventually, preferably sooner rather than later. As you sit there in the stony silence, you feel a tingling along your scalp, a warm shiver down the back of your neck. Was this someone trying to read you? Was it… one of the other people in the room?
You had no way of knowing these things unless you actually tried to communicate with these people. The real question is, would you attempt to talk? Or sink into the comfortable shadows of anonymous silence? How would you handle these strangers that you had suddenly been forced to “get friendly” with?