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So, let us presume that you've had a long and confusing day of being hurried around. Maybe even chased by strange men in long coats with particular abilities. It's all been very confusing but for a good reason I assure you! Now, sit and I shall explain. This, is the moment you awaken:

Every generation boys and girls are chosen as many as ten to twenty till each side has at least three newcomers. You are to choose a side, but only one. In a way everyone has a common goal, but in there goal they carry different plans. Such as to how things will be done by themselves. Whether greedy, merciless or caring, a leader is a leader, and they have boots to fill and people to teach.

There are three large and thickly written books upon a coffee table merely a foot in front of you. A group of men loom over you; there are three men, each with four men to his sides. They come each from there own places, each's lair unknown by the other. Only do they come together for such scarce moments every twenty-five years. Each man now holding twenty-five years under his sash, twenty-five years of survival, and endurance.

One man stands in a dark red coat, copper and glitter dancing in circles across his exteriors surface. His face is riddled with scars, angry fierce ember eyes scrunched nearly closed by a scornful stare. His face shows no hope and his mind is filled with forbidden knowledge that he shares with no one but himself. His thick mustache appears to be singed at the ends, you can smell it from where you sit. He stands arms crossed, he's a very impatient man, but he has many plans for you.

The next man wears a green coat, streams of gold and silver trace the seams of the clothes on his back. Two little tassels dangle at the bottom where the coat is drawn together by buttons. His face is filled more is tension, his mind filled with worry of what your decision may be and what it might bring upon them all. His hair is more fair, brown with curls that escape from underneath his hat. His eyes stare constant, a warm emerald green.

The final man is tall and slender, his coat long, a rich color of blue; silver swirls shimmer across the surface, little flicks of silver explore from the ends. His face is stern, but shows much intelligence, a mind filled with secrets. His eyes are deep, gray slivers in the dim light. He carries under his arm a large book of his own but different; little sparkles of dust glisten and fall from the corners of the book. His straight darker hair lays on his shoulders and back, he keeps his glances to the other men.

Upon the table in front of you, sits three books, one from each man. To your left is a red book, it's corners slightly scorched. In the middle is a green book, a small vine grows from the inside of the book and down the spine. To the right is a blue book, it's slightly warped and the corners are tattered, but a bookmark shows its recent use. You must choose very wisely, so contemplate and take a moment to gather your thoughts.

It's a centuries old tale of sides and a dangerous destiny hanging in the balance of good, and bad. But faced with the choice, what would you decide?