We all have a destiny...
At least, that's what the old man had always said. Lyra found it odd that a man who had accomplished nothing in his life was so determined to believe in destiny. Then again, he'd probably retort that it was his own destiny to not accomplish anything. Now, Lyra had begun to wonder what her own destiny was. She had no recollection of falling asleep, the last things she remembered was drawing out the engraving for a sword some rich man had ordered. Maybe she had spent one too many nights burning down the candles in her shop to finish projects.
Lyra sighed and forced her crimson eyes open, only to find herself in a white and desolate hallway. She looked around anxiously, seeking the comfort of her normal dreams, full of battles and dare I say it- true love. Nothing of the sort was in this dream though. Her sword was not at her side nor were there any other swords in the entire white hallway. it made her feel a bit flustered to be in a place so unfamiliar to her. She finally faced forward, seeing a door t the end of the hallway. Perhaps this door would lead to her adventure? Perhaps it would take her to a battlefield which she would command? She walked towards it, a great feeling a dread and anticipation washing over her.
When she opened the door, she was faced with a large circular room. She looked to her side and saw a slab of glass separating her from seven doors and to her other side was six other doors. That's a lot of doors, she thought absently, slowly turning to the front.
A girl sat elevated above them all. She had an air of kindness around her, "Welcome," she said in a soft voice.
We all have a destiny, and this is where Lyra's starts.