It was a fresh morning. Blue skies hung overhead, and white clouds covered certain parts of the sky, reflecting the God-given light of the yellow sun.
Amon stood in a field of green grass. No bushes, no pathways, no trees, just grass, blades of nature. The air was fresh, carrying the melodious whistle of the wind, which carried the melodious songs of the birds that flew overhead.
He danced around in the open field, swinging his hands, and moving his legs. It was as if he were listening to the whistles of the birds, or that he was a playing a song in his head.
He was dressed in a long, pure-black robe that stretched to the ground, hiding his bare feet. He had long black hair that swayed beautifully with the wind, and black-void eyes that instead of reflecting light, it devoured it. A handsome man he was. A man of emotions suited to mother nature that gave birth to all. And to the sun that gives light upon all. And the wind that carries the songs of birds, and the fresh breeze of noon.
He danced around for an hour and a half. And between that time, his mind drifted, being lost in thought he had begun to dream. Dream about his future, try to change his path, and remove any mistakes he had made, both in present, future, and past.
"Hah" Amon exclaimed, as he stopped dancing. He recovered his breath, inhaling the fresh air.
Today's the day I awaken. I wonder what blessing I will be given, and what path I would Take. He wondered. Will I be given a system? Amon began to think to himself, pondering about on how his day would go. How far is the Temple anyway? He asked himself.
With no more thoughts, and questions for himself, he began to walk away. In the near distance was a white frame that seemed to be a door. A white opened door was placed not to far away from the open field.
Amon walked towards the white door. The hem of his robe brushing against the grass as his barefoot walked upon the ground. His hair swayed gently against the breeze, and his eyes blinked every once in a minute.
As he got closer to the white door, it seemed to get bigger with every step. The door grew larger, and larger, until it was nearly as tall and as wide as a two-floored house.
Amon stood before the very large door with a calm expression. Looking at the large door had become something like a routine to him. When he was going out for grocery shopping, or to meet with someone, he had to go through that door and with him living in the open field for most of his life, It didn't seem very intimidating to him.
Not that it mattered anyway.
He stepped outside the white, large door, leaving the field behind. The transition was clean and mesmerising. The door was like water and when Amon stepped outside the door, going through the white space, it swallowed him whole, leaving no trace at all.
In front of him stretched a bustling city, steeped in the Old Medieval Era. The sun hung reverently in the sky, its light softened by drifting clouds. Rows of simple houses lined the streets, with inns scattered nearby and buildings of modest design standing everywhere. Little post signs marked each street, guiding travellers through the maze of lanes. Dim lamps dotted the sidewalks, faintly glowing even in daylight. Carriages and horses clattered along the roads, each hoofbeat echoing a rhythmic 'clop' as they passed.
And most striking of all were the people. They filled the streets, moving from house to house, building to building, whether for errands, work, or a bit of entertainment. Some rode in carriages, guided by drivers holding the reins; others rode the horses themselves. Many walked, a few ran, and some simply stood, taking in the bustle around them. Everywhere, people wore simple attire, black hats atop their heads, plain suits, and brown or black shoes.
Amon, taking all of this in, began his journey to the Temple. The Temple was where people awakened, chose their paths, got their systems if they had a high enough rank, got abilities, and got into Orders, which were typically called guilds, but in formal language, It was called Orders.
He crossed the nearest road, walking past the stuttering civilians who watched him with cautious gazes. "Why are people looking at me?" Amon asked himself, forming an annoyed expression as he walked past Some individuals. Then he noticed his attire which was a long black robe, which was not very suited or welcomed in this place of the Southern World.
"Oh, for God's sake. I forgot to change my clothes!" He muttered. He knew it was already too late as he had already begun his journey and going back to his field wouldn't be possible as it was under cooldown. So, he chose to continue anyway.
After a while of walking, he arrived at his destination, the Temple. Before him rose a white spire. Countless other constructs and lesser spires merged into its form, not in chaos, but in perfect accord. Nothing about it appeared irregular or disfigured. It stood whole and complete, as though it could never have been otherwise. There was an ethereal, godly quality to it, that made it more divine and sacred than any other building Amon had come across.
"I'm finally here" Amon muttered, standing before A gate that obstructed him from going inside, and entering the white spire.