Short Story #291

"Which path will you choose, precept" said the gatekeeper as he slowly raised his hand to the left gate. Sillouettes of people ghost through the wall of mist and sporadic flashes of light could be seen as far as the precept eye could see. Slowly the gatekeeper raises his right hand and he said "there are rewards and sacrifices you will receive and pay as you journey through these path". The precept look as far down the path as he could and all that he could see was tranquility and stillness stretch through the vast plain. Reluctantly pulling his gaze, he looked at the gatekeeper with the strength of his flaming soul and took one step towards the gate