Choose neither door
You stand there, in deep thought of all that has happened to you. The
dragon. The bump on your head. Your name, Dana? You have never heard
that name before, or have you? With a sudden momentary flash of
realisation inside your head, you see yourself in a vision. You see
yourself reaching forward, kneeling on a wooden suface, with an
indistinguishable object in your left hand. The vision flickers and
then is gone. The vision leaves you dazed, and you stagger forward
into one of the doors, your sight is too blurred for you to be able to
tell which door you have just been through. As you emerge, a darkness
closes in on you, it is as if nothing exists anymore. You sit down on
the floor, only to jump up in pain. Through the darkness you realise
you have just been sitting on:
