Who's got the popcorn?

Rocketing out of the temple I feel my body tear apart and then be repaired by the multicolored light. An endless cycle of tearing and healing continues as the the different colors battle it out to try and get an upper hand over the other two.

If not for my conscience being as strong as it is due to how old I am I would have already blacked out. But honestly I'd rather be unconscious than have to experience this. I might be able to handle it, but no matter how used to pain you are, it still fucking hurts!

If it was just the constant breaking apart and healing I wouldn't mind as much, at least I could say that it's just a very painful kind of body cultivation. But the three mana signatures trying to vy for superiority in my body are mucking any progress that might have been had by smashing my organs into meat paste in their haste to get ahead.

On the verge of a mental break down as I smash through the atmosphere I scream into my mind "ENOUGH!". Recklessly spreading my soul all through out my body as a barrier with the only thing on my mind to pushing out their influence.

And.. Well, it worked and thankfully I was still being mended by the light or it could have been much worse. The three colors almost indignant, sulk just inside the light as far away as possible from each other.

After what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes, I finally start to slow down as a landform abruptly appears in my sight. The constant pain thankfully by this point going down as my body is tempered by the... Experience.

Setting down I'm greeted by the sight of a three people sitting down at a poker table, all three of them sporting an aggrieved expression on their face. Well, except for the one clothed in dark red robes. He, she? they.. it? He has a huge grin on her face, like a new toy was just dropped into their lap.

My mind blanking out by the sheer impossibility of the figure sitting down at the table I don't register anything until it coalesces into the figure of a man in a black suit with a dark red rose, streaks of swirling black and a multitude of other colors infecting the flower.

I'm drawn back to reality when the man abruptly speaks. "My dear boy, you stared straight into chaos and your mind managed to not immediately collapse." Insanity bleeds from his eyes and he smiles beyond what is humanly possible. " Color me surprised!"

"Come now Anord," The woman in the middle interjects, her anger just barely kept under the surface. "You almost killed the boy with your curiosities. You are aware how.. Tragic that would have been yes? We already expended enough bri...." Hesitating, she stops what she was saying and glances in my direction. "Just be more careful with your amusements won't you?"

Laughing Anord mocks the woman. " You and that brute tried killing him before he even got here Eagna , so you hardly have any room to talk. What did you expect would happen when the both of you tried to muscle your way into forcing him to accept you."

"Hey!" The last man slams his fist onto the table causing it to disintegrate. The cards strangely enough staying where they are. "I specifically remember your taint fighting with us. If not for that I would have been able to force her out!"

Frowning the world shifts slightly as Anord stares at the man who buckles in his seat. "I was only joining in the fun!" Throwing his head back he starts to laugh maniacally as the pressure disappears as swiftly as it appeared.

Behind where the three are still sitting a woman phases into being. Her blue robe reminding me of the magical energy that the other children absorbed.

"Don't provoke him Láidir, you have grown complacent in your continued victories. He can toy with you just as easily as he could that mortal"

Turning away from the three, she looks in my direction as her gaze softens.

"Welcome young one. You have come a long way haven't you? My name is Fionna, and on behalf of all of us, I apologise for how rudely you were summoned. I asked them to bring you here when you entered the Earth Pool. But it looks like.." glancing at the cards her mouth twists, waving her hand they shatter. Apart from Anord's that is, who at some point picked up his hand, his face changing constantly as he examines his cards. "It would seem like they got bored and turned it into a game."

Hearing her words, Láidir and the womans faces blanch. Anord looking up from his hand smiles as he spreads them on the table which appeared like it had never left. "Would you look at that, a royal flush!"

Still completely confused by what's happening I look at the cards, wondering what a royal flush is, but am confused upon seeing the cards filled with random scribbles.

Laughing Anord puts his arms around nothing on the table and pulls back. "looks like I win!" Snapping his fingers the table and his cards disappear. "I'd say that's enough of that for today, don't you?"

"Ah, yes!" looking in my direction Anord exclaims. "You're probably wondering what's all the fuss is about. Well of course you are, you did ask after all. Well you see, you're a wizard Ha.." Stopping he scratches his head. " Really need to stop with the binge watching. Yes well, anyways. As I was saying, you're a wizard or at least you have the talent to become one. A strong one at that, I can just see the chaos you will unleash!" The madness returning he stares at me, his persona starting to crack. " Oh it's all just so exciting, I can't wait!"