InsaneJournal

Most beliefs have them - a place for the good and a place for the bad. Your actions in life determine where you go and what happens after. Simple enough. Or it was until the Prophecy. Something was coming. Something was building and it would affect everyone. Both sides. And neither was willing to wait.

The Ascended and Fallen Councils held a meeting to decide what to do. Work separately and fail? Or work together? It was an insane suggestion, but both sides agreed working together might be the only way to succeed.

It began with the already departed. Players, like in an NFL draft, were chosen. Good, Bad, Kind, Cruel. The in-between. Sides were drawn for something that was beyond any player’s comprehension. The teams? The Ascended and the Fallen.

Equilibrium was built for those chosen. Modern, yet not, the city contained all the amenities players required. Rules prevented trouble between the chosen of both factions.The Mists of Fate surrounded the city.

What happened next, however, changed the rules.

The Champion of the Fallen, as usual, chose someone to emerge from the mist surrounding Equilibrium. Procedure felt normal until the man told his story. He hadn’t died before his choosing. He’d been very much alive. The Fallen denied doing anything untoward and the grand plan was on a knife edge.

It was then they saw it. They all saw it.

People, all arriving without a choosing, emerged from the mists.

"Thine soul is bound, the need is great, the mists have called, accept your fate"