"Let me tell you a story. One not of the main character being pushed into an adventure against their will, but one of their own choosing. Their choices being what pushes the story farther. Their actions shaping the world, lives, and events around them in ways that not even they could imagine. Or better yet....why don't you tell me the story."

Your first choice:
You come upon a large room filled with bookcases that reaches to the high ceiling above your head, a beautiful black candle chandelier hangs from the ceiling lighting the room softly around you, on either side of you are two sets of marble spiral staircases. You stand in the middle of the large room staring at four pillars, over top of each pillar floats a book, each with one sentence on the front cover. An eerily calm feminine fills the room around you. "Choose a book, tell me a story."

The first book that sits in front of you is black, it's intricate design craved into the cover. "For he was a tyrant, and I would be his end."

The second book that sits in front of you is brown, the leather looks worn, a subtle burnt smell coming from it. "And in the moment, we all were silent, as we thought of our loss."

The third book is black as well, it's cover smooth to the touch the border and design shine in the light of the candles slightly. "I looked out of the window at the stars with a smile."

The fourth and final book is brown, its cover is hard and thick, it's design sticks out slightly from the cover, it smells almost of the ocean. "Aye, but this isn't the life for me!"