The hero spins through a vortex beyond his understanding. The fear in his heart is kept in check by the knowledge that what he does will save everyone he loves. There was a whole world of beautiful strangers too that required this of him. Still he couldn't help but feel frightened and alone as the world twisted around him and his body was thrown from one state to another.
Hot then cold. Bright then dark. Eventually, he knew, he would stumble upon the place of legend. The White Room. The prologue to every Chosen's journey. He'd heard stories of that room and what lay beyond since he was barely old enough to walk. By the time he could hold a stick he'd been playing Chosen with his friends. This was all he had ever wanted.
He remembered evenings sitting starry eyed, listening to tale of Chosen of the past. Heroes ripped from their home worlds by the Good in order to protect the entire fabric of reality. True legends who fought valiantly against unknowable Evil, keeping the universe in balance. He smiled a childish smile as though he were beside the campfire again.
It hurt a little, being torn from his world and dragged through the rest to his true location. There was an undeniable strain he felt on his body. Like the act of traveling had drained something very basic in his being. Suddenly he was overpowered by light. For a moment he thought he'd died. Passed on into some kind of bright and confusing afterlife. But no. The White Room. Finally.
The people in the White Room acted oddly. Though it seemed they all spoke the same language he could not make sense of the strange strangers and their strange words and clothes. All that the hero knew was that his destiny was going to be fufilled, the other Chosen would just have to make do.
The hero stands over the corpses of his allies, his muscles aching from a battle well fought with allies well loved. The Darkness loomed over him, though it no longer seemed the unstoppable miasma it once was. The hero had learned the secrets of the Darkness, and would not be beaten by it's usual tricks.
His eyes lingered longer on one body than the others. A fair-skinned girl with red hair and a smile on her cold lifeless face. It had been the worst to lose her. She had been so full of life. She had been so wonderful. The hero shook his head and stared the Darkness down. He could sense it was weakened. He felt like a hound in a frenzy. It was time for him to take his revenge. It was time for the Journey to end.
He charged the force, a mighty yell bellowing from his lungs, his legs were carried by the holy light of Good as they had been since his fateful trip to the White Room. This time, against the all encompassing darkness, they seemed dim. The hero collided with the Darkness.
Blood sprayed the walls.
The story was over.
With their heroes vanquished the Saints were left soldierless in the battle against evil. Mercedes frowned as she thought of the new batch of children being sent to their deaths. What had to be done would be done of course, but that wouldn't help her sleep at night.
Jerem never seemed to have that problem. But he'd been a Saint much longer than her.
"So what now?" She asked, already cringing at the answer.
"We need more Chosen." he said gruffly. His body wasn't much older than hers but it was marred with dozens of visible scars.
"We can't just grab groups of children and throw then into the battlefield like this. Too many are lost. One way or another." She didn't state that many Chosen were lost to Evil.
"We arm them." He stated, his temper clearly rising.
"With powers they barely even understand. We're creating gods and sending them to be executed." Her voice was tinged with sadness. "
We'll do what must be done." Jerem said quietly.
Mercedes couldn't argue with that.
This is a story that will focus around the Chosen and their endless battle against Evil for control of the universe. You will be one of the Chosen, someone taken from their homeworld. You will travel from world to world, as they reach their tipping points, and make sure that they lie firmly in the realms of order and peace.
You will be given an ability (which you will be able to chose) and sent into battle with your new alies. Great things await those who serve well.
Homeworld: (name and minor details)