Third test part 1

- I understand that you may have just learned that your presence in the life of someone of a different race has affected them. - Avel said in a calm voice, watching as I nodded, confirming his words. - Everyone who is in one way or another connected with us chosen ones changes and their path too.

Listening to his words, I understood what he meant, but why Fel was in the test, who was not connected with me in any way except accompanying the caravan.

And it was precisely this caravan that was attacked by robbers during the trial and kidnapped her. Was my appearance in this caravan what prevented this from happening? And what will happen to the girl now? According to avel, meeting me changed her path.

- How can their path change if they only met me once? - I asked avel, I was worried about the consequences that could arise with Fel.

I understood that I was connected with Keirin and Cassandra and that their paths could change because of their meeting with me, but why could one help I provided to someone change the path of life of any of the representatives of the races?

- Chick, each representative of the races has something for which he was born and lived in the form of an ultimate goal, and when the chosen one intervenes, this goal is no longer destined to be achieved and the representative of the race becomes free from other paths. - I heard from avel's voice that when he said this, he was remembering his past.

Trying to think about avel's words, I sat down on the floor and looked at avel, was it dangerous to leave Fel after her path was changed by me and would she feel that something had changed in her?

- Is it dangerous to leave representatives of the races I have influenced? And will they feel any change in their lives? - I cautiously asked Shomufi.

A muffled laugh was heard from avel and it was clear that my questions made him laugh.

- No, it's not dangerous if the changes were strong, that is, there is a possibility that a representative of the race will become a more powerful magician or warrior. - Avel answered, ending laughing. - If the chosen ones protected everyone who they influenced, then we had our own kingdoms and empires.

It was clear that my questions amused him and I could only hope that the girl would not notice any major changes in herself except those that she could attribute to her talent for magic.

- But remember one thing, the more you interfere in the ways of other representatives of races, the more magicians and warriors will become who will be more powerful than others. - Avel addressed me in a quiet voice. - And when they connect the thread with you.

He did not need to continue his thoughts about what would happen if more powerful magicians and warriors began to appear.

At first, I think many would be surprised and shocked by the appearance of strong magicians and warriors, but then questions would begin to appear.

- I don't know what awaits you in your final test, but many chosen ones died in the third test. - Shomufi said in a serious voice, looking at the remaining door.

Many chosen ones died passing through the third door? What was waiting for me there? Looking anxiously at the door, I began to rise, I didn't want to spend unnecessary time here and I didn't want to run away from fears. I saw avel silently nod, watching me as I began to walk towards the door.

- In two trials, I did not catch what should be the sword style of the chosen one. I hope that after the third test I will understand the sword style of the chosen god. - I said in a thoughtful voice, looking back at avel.

Abel just shook his head and turned away, again indulging in memories while looking at the thrones.

I wanted to ask him about the pictures that were in the corridor here and about those against whom they fought, thinking about the possibilities of when it would be better to ask Shomufi about that battle and ask him about the passage of the third test.

I had no desire to check how much information about that battle could affect me before the third test. Taking a deep breath and trying to push away the memories of the past two trials, I opened the third door.

A darkness appeared in front of me through which I had no opportunity to see what happened next.

I felt like something was looking at me from the darkness, but I couldn't see who it was, squinting, I walked into the darkness.

As soon as I passed through the passage, the darkness began to recede next to me allowing me to see the path. I didn't need to turn back to make sure the door closed behind me.

Heading along the road and trying to look around, I came across nothing but darkness that filled this entire place.

Was there a third test like the first, where I was confronted by representatives of different races dear to me, or would my reflection again show something?

I couldn't hear any sounds except my steps, I didn't try to change my direction, I had the assumption that the darkness, as in the first test, would not allow me to change the route.

At this point I had no way to determine whether I was going down or up, whether I was turning or going straight.

The further I walked, the more I felt a gaze directed at me, in it I felt different emotions and all of them were directed at me.

I frowned and didn't try to test my magic because I remembered that it wouldn't be available to me now.

Clenching my fists and trying to track where the owner of the look was looking at me, after some time, no matter how hard I tried, I was unable to determine where the owner of the look was looking at me.

The darkness in every possible way did not give me the opportunity to determine where I was going, I began to feel that it became colder, and the darkness began to part more quickly until I found myself in a large circle in the center of which stood a figure and two swords were stuck into the ground.

I couldn't see my face because the figure stood with his back to me; looking around, I noticed strange torches at the edges of the circle, but instead of the usual fire there was darkness in them.

Examining the figure standing in front of me, I noticed that the skin was an unusual red color and what I took for a cloak at first turned out to be wings.

The hair that was tied into a ponytail looked more like scales and not hair. As I began to take steps towards the figure, I gradually noticed that each step towards the figure was becoming more and more difficult.

I began to feel anxiety and fear that was incomprehensible to me, my hands began to tremble and my breathing began to become more and more labored; I felt how my back became wet from the sweat that flowed under the armor of the harbinger.

Trying to calm down and take more steps towards the figure, I saw how my legs refused to take further steps.

- How weak are you Prince Alurik or is Trey better? - My own voice was heard, in which one could feel charity.

I had no opportunity to say anything, all my words and thoughts disappeared when the figure turned to me, confirming my fears.

The figure's face was more elongated than that of a person; it reminded me of the face of a wyvern, but the eyes that looked at me were similar to human ones, but something animal was visible in them.

- Who are you? - I asked the figure, trying to understand why I was afraid of it.

The figure, hearing my question, laughed, raising his head up; he laughed for a long time and sometimes it seemed to me that darkness had escaped from his mouth. I had suspicions about who was in front of me, but I wanted to hear confirmation from the figure.

- I am you, Alurik, once the prince of the Kray Empire and now exiled and bearing the name Trey. - My reflection answered, calming down. - But you already guessed it, didn't you?

Having answered my question, my reflection approached the sword from his side and pulled it out of the ground.

The sword was woven from darkness, the power of darkness was felt in it, making several movements with my hand, checking the sword as if checking its balance, my reflection extended a clawed hand pointing to another sword that was on my side.