In a dark seemingly endless void, Fritz found himself floating in stasis. His body felt free, like gravity no longer existed. An extreme lingering pain in his head, brought his attention forward. Before him, there was a woman. A long silver dress draped her shapely body. Her large breasts threatened to spill out from between the silken fabric. Long blonde hair rolled past her thin shoulders. Her honey colored eyes stared in annoyance at Fritz's floating form. The corner of her lips pulled up in disgust as Fritz came to. To her left, a man with wings stood with a staff. A large pair of black, raven-like wings was tucked behind his back. His face and features were obscured with a long violet robe. The faintest peak underneath his hood revealed a swirling mass of cosmos. Fritz's brows knitted in confusion as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing.

"I can't believe this is your choice." The woman huffed, rolling her golden yellow eyes.

"Where am I?" Fritz asked. A sudden throb of pain assaulted his head. He clutched his forehead as he waited for the flash of pain to leave him.

"I'm afraid you've just died." The man answered. His voice was like a chorus. Old, young, masculine, and feminine sounds merged together as one as he spoke.

"This is just a stupid dream. You can't be serious." Fritz replied.

"Deadly." The woman responded. She crossed her arms. Her massive breasts lifted upwards slightly drawing Fritz's eyes.

"That doesn't make sense, I remember.... I can't be dead."

"You were murdered. Taken out into the country and disposed of. Terrible luck, and you were so young too. All that unpaid overtime didn't do you any favors, I'm afraid." The robed man answered, as he leaned into his staff. His wings rustled slightly, as he chuckled to himself.

"Are you kidding me? This has to be a dream!"

"Yes! Now be quiet!" The woman interrupted him. Her golden eyes sparked with annoyance. "We don't have much time. You were brought here to entertain our deal." Upon hearing the word 'deal', Fritz's ears perked up. A rising sense of paranoia filled him.

"You're not some kind of demon are you? Come to barter for my immortal soul?" Fritz asked.

"Demon? Me?" The woman started as she tossed her long golden hair across her shoulders. "I am a god. Not some extraplanar invader. You are not from Treria. I have no claim on your immortal soul. Nor can you give it to me unless by willing devotion."

"Alright go on then. But if I see any horns or tails the deal is off." He replied, squinting his eyes towards the woman.

"You are dead. But, there is a catch! We can help you." The robed man said. The myriad of voices swelled in the expansive dark void.

"How?" Fritz asked.

"We can reincarnate you, but I need something in return. There is a task of utmost importance for you to fulfill." The woman said.

"I'm listening.”

"Good, you're not as useless as you might appear.” The woman replied with a smug smile.

"And what might that task be?" Fritz asked as a dull ache spread through his head. "Hurry up and tell me.” The woman let out a sigh, as she seemed to look away into the black void for a moment.

"War is coming, Fritz. War is coming to Treria. Tensions are mounting between two nations. Fritz, I need someone to defuse the situation, before it spills out across the world. Millions will die. The land will be scoured. My worshippers will wither and fade. The once beautiful land will be no more." Fritz hummed to himself.

"Treria? Where's that?”

This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

"A world unlike yours.” The woman replied.

The robed man waved his hand, and a million images seemed to flash around the black void. Images of swords, monsters, knights, rangers, elves, castles, magic, and dragons danced around the void. Fritz tried to ignore the raging pain in his head as he took in the sights.

"Millions of my worshipers will die, if you do not succeed. Their lives are in your hands." The woman said. Fritz wrestled with his headache as he considered her words. "We don't have much more time. I need to know if we have a deal." Fritz bit his lip as he thought back to his life. He felt his stomach drop as pictures of suffocating children flashed through his mind. Suppressing the memory he steadied himself.

"What's so special about this war?" Fritz asked.

"War has always existed. On every world, every plane. Conflict is inevitable. However, this one shall be different. There is a conspiracy afoot. One that you must discover by yourself." The robed man answered.

"The true reason is yours to discover." The woman echoed the robed man.

"Why me? Can't you stop it if you're a god?" Fritz asked.

"We are forbidden to interfere directly by Aur himself." The woman scowled, as she let out a long sigh.

"Ok fine. Fine, I'll help. I just need to stop a conflict between two countries. Sounds easy." Fritz said with a sarcastic smile. "I'm in. Even if this is a dumb dream I'd like to think I still have a conscience after all I've done."

"Finally!" The woman said with a sigh. She uncrossed her arms and ran them through her hair. "The Holy Kingdom of Rennes and the Beastkin Conclave are fast approaching a devastating conflict. Fritz! Go there, and stop the idiots from fighting! Travel to Fehrenn! Go in my name! Prevent the upcoming war!"

"Do you know what I did before? I'm not a politician or a charismatic leader." Fritz asked suddenly.

"Yes, of course. That's why I picked you." The robed man answered. "It's rare to find such inspired creativity, and breadth of experience in one so young."

"Do you think I can atone for the damage I've done?" Fritz asked.

"That's for you to find out." The woman answered. Her honey colored eyes were cold like ice. "Forgiveness can be earned, but not without action. Moping around gets you nowhere."

Fritz let out a sigh. He seemed to consider everything before him. He let his eyes wander around the eternal darkness surrounding him.

"I hope you're right. I really do. I'll need some help though. I can make anything. But I don't have the resources to-."

"Not to worry. I will bless you. Freyes stand back. I should be the one to gift this mortal. After all, I picked him." The robed man said while approaching Fritz. His form seemed to grow larger and larger. His head cleared well over Fritz's, as he came within arm's reach of Fritz. His face was an expanse of shifting cosmos. Spiraling galaxies marked his two eyes. Between, around, and all throughout, twinkling distant stars shifted as if in perpetual motion as the man peered down at Fritz.

"Lorgen, what are you planning?" Freyes asked as her eyes narrowed on her companion. Fritz barely noticed the robed man's staff reach forward and poke his forehead.

"For your endeavor, a gift of knowledge. Let your mind and creativity create anew. Let your mind know the magic of conjuration. Let true creation mark you as Freyes' champion for all who would doubt your mission." The man intoned. The chorus of voices echoed throughout the black expanse of the dreamlike realm.

Fritz stood mouth agape, as the man spoke the words above him. Foreign whispers of many voices filled Fritz's mind as Lorgen pulled away. The whispers pulled at his attention, mixing with his pounding headache.

"He is supposed to be my champion. I am supposed to bless him. He represents me on the mortal plane." Freyes said. "Will Aur smite him?"

"Haha, no, I already ran this by him. Everything is in order, trust me Freyes." Lorgen answered. Fritz's mind blazed with pain. He lurched forward trying to fall to his knees. Yet his weightless body was held in stasis. His mind was utterly consumed by the burning pain circulating through him. His eyes bulged forward, as pain radiated through his body. It was as if his nervous system was being dipped in acid. His body spasmed recklessly as he tried to scream in anguish.

"Another scheme? This is my land, my worshippers, my souls." Freyes tutted in annoyance.

"Of that I have no doubt." Lorgen said.

"So long as you know your place."

"Of course. I want him to succeed as much as you."

Freyes' attention snapped elsewhere in the black void. Her scowl deepened as a foreign presence grabbed her attention.

"Listening in on conversations that do not concern you?” Her voice rose in power, as her eyes fixated on a point in the extreme darkness.

"Ah, one of mine.” Lorgen said with a chuckle. "Be gentle. She meant no harm. She had no idea.”

"Insect! You dare to spy where your eyes should not linger?!”

"Freyes, don't. She was just curious.”

"Lorgen! Handle it then! Deal with your own worshippers!”

"Very well. Very well.” The robed man sighed. An entire nation of voices joined together to express his disappointment.

The black void seemed to glow with light. The light blinded Fritz's eyes. His mind wrenched itself forward, as the feeling of consciousness pulled him towards the land of the living. Burning with instinctual magical knowledge and a healthy body Fritz accelerated towards a new world.