The swirling mist slowed its spinning forming into the large creature without legs and with the huge arms. It retained amorphous, gaseous texture as it flew a few inches above the dark rock. It had no neck, the head growing from broad shoulders while its eyes glowed burned orange.

"What are you?" Todor asked stepping back from the creature and dropping his sword into fool's guard.

The creature laughed as the gas swirled inside of its transparent body.

"You could say, I am the rage, fury, savagery," it chuckled again, "The Passion. You have my approval, mortal. You made the first step in becoming the Avatar of the Unlikely Three. Now go Sanginuon Geistroch."

Before Todor could say anything the world morphed again and bright lights returned. He tried to stand upright but he couldn't. Covering his eyes he dropped the sword which disappeared. He clutched his face with his palms but it didn't help. The light turned cold and started biting not just his eyes, but every inch of his skin. He screamed as he fell. A moment later hit the wooden floor. He grunted as he got up trying to reorient himself. Were those my real names? Sanginuon and Geistroch? If every wizards name is as silly as this, no wonder they hid them even from themselves, he mused as the vision normalized around him.

He stood in an empty apartment. There was no furniture, just bare walls, and a wooden floor. Oh no, not this, the thought came as he recognized the place. Jillian's place after she ... she went away. It was the month after he started his startup. His girlfriend at the time, Jillian, and he got into a huge fight. He said some mean things, she said some mean things back. Funny, I don't even remember what we were fighting for at all. We were together since elementary school, as friends. Later met again in that bar, carrying our swords and became more than friends. He sat on the naked floor, memory and emotions rushing back like an avalanche.

I drove her way, I always do it, don't I? Just push my own way and hope everyone around me will just follow. After her, I just went back inside of myself. Swirling inside of him he saw the past as clearly as if it happened now, and not years ago. I just told her to go away, and she did. Boy did she went away. He didn't call her for a week after the fight. His pride didn't let him. So when he finally gathered the courage she wasn't there. Her phone, her emails, her social media pages, everything got deactivated. When he came to her apartment she was gone. Gone from his life forever.

Will I do that to Cassandra as well? Just push her away until she has enough and vanishes from my life? Suddenly he saw it. Cassandra and him yelling at each other in the living room, her throwing stuff at him, her Morg rage inflamed by something he did. Him not remorseful at all, he is never wrong after all. She exiting the door with a loud thump and never returning. His newfound friends turning their heads and they too fading away into nothingness. Leaving him alone again.

The voice whispered in his ear.

"What a person must do when they are lost?" the voice asked.

"I don't know," he mumbled trying to push the images he saw. He was alone again.

"You must know, otherwise you will be lost forever," the voice whispered again.

"I don't know," he yelled slamming the fist into the hardwood floor. "If I knew I wouldn't be here, alone. With everyone else not here."

"What a person must do to reach the place he wants?" the voice was insistent.

"I ... walk?" he replied mockingly.

"In jest truth lies. Do what is most crucial to be what you want," the voice proclaimed and the world morphed.

He stood on the rocky plateau, shadows dancing around him. He stared at the forms those inky creatures took. All the people he knew and respected turning their heads in disgust at the sight of him. He turned his head to the wall of mockery and abuse that swirled into existence. He looked around seeing that he was in a cavern. On the other side, he saw the light. There the glowing figures waved at him and nodded with respect. But as soon as he saw the encouraging display ground in front of him crumbled creating a large canyon between him and welcoming apparitions.

Todor growled, his head moving from the display of mercy on the other side of the abyss to the play of ridicule around himself. The large chasm between where he stood and where he wanted to be. What a person must do to reach the place he wants, the voice asked, he thought, staring at the chasm. You make the first step towards your goal, no matter what stands in your way, he concluded.

Taking a big lungful of air he put his foot forward into the abyss. Instead of falling he stood in the air. The vision of an inky wall of figures hissed and jeered at him.

"And right after it another step. And another. Not stopping," he said walking through the air until he traversed over the chasm.

The spirits on both sides of the drop turned into a blue, cold mist that chaotically started to dance around Todor. The hail of snowflakes formed and peppered him a second after, forcing him to shield his face. A moment later all sensation was gone and he stood in a snowy field with a starless black sky above him. Two figures emerged from the snow.

The newcomers had dark blue skin with a tiny baby blue veins crisscrossing their naked bodies. Both were short and wore no clothing. One was clearly male while the other was a female. They held hands and stared at Todor.

"Good job, Tioais," the male creature said.

"Good job, Prunaiest," female one added.

"Are you like that red guy before? Some sort of manifestation of emotions?" Todor asked as he observed the strange pair.

The male tilted his head while the female one chuckled.

"We are the end," the boy said.

"We are the death," the girl added.

"We are the twins of misfortune, we are the heralds of the finale," they said in unison, "And the final push for new beginnings."

The world shifted again and he heard a whisper. "Carry on our words, herald of the Unlikely Three, carry on Sanginuon Geistroch Tioais Prunaiest."

The light came back as piercing as ever. It was like it attacked him over and over again. It started to burn so he screamed in defiance of it. It vanished leaving him alone in the street.

It was the street he lived at, grandfathers house looming over him, his house now. But the neighboring homes were not the ones that he remembered seeing in the last seven years. They were the old houses like they were in the Mother Globe. The world before the Knitting, his world. The world he understood, the world that made sense. The world in which he had hope for a brighter future. He was finally home.

Something tugged at his awareness. Like when you all of a sudden get a feeling you forgotten something. He shrugged it off and entered his home. Jilly was there, holding her laptop.

"I am sorry I run away," she said, sitting on the couch and opening the laptop. "We can start this new expansion together as we did before. Remember? Doing all-nighters, getting a realm first boss kills? Just the two of us?"

Yes, this is what the world is supposed to be. You escape to the world of magic with games and stories. Not actually live in a world where a vampire is hunting you, cults are sending assassins after you. That simply doesn't happen. It was all a delusion. There is no need for you to deal with any kind of justice.

"Are you going to play with your samurai?" he asked her as he put his laptop in front of hers.

"As always. You are going with your spearman?" she inquired back.

"As always. Don't run away like that, alright?"

"I will not, it was stupid, deleting myself from your life. Making you worry where I am and what I am doing."

Jilly would never say that, the thought flashed into his mind but he shrugged it away. She clearly said it. She changed. She ... he realized she was over her, the feelings were gone. But it's just been a week, how could I get over her in such a short time? He froze as his mind worked. No silly, that was eight years ago, wake up, another part of him protested.

"This isn't real," he whispered.

"Yeah, these new samurai abilities are so OP. It's unreal."

Todor ignored her getting to his feet.

"None of this is real. It's just ..."

"Calm down, I know I hurt you but that is not the reason ..."

"You are not real. I don't know what happened to you. That still hurts, but you are not you. I ..."

"What? Say it?" she barked at him.

"I reject this. You, this world. I am not there anymore," he said as the tears started rolling down his cheek. "I must move on. Sorry, Jilly. I moved on from you and this world."

The world melted away.

"Good job, Gladros Sedendios," the voice said behind him.

Todor turned to look at the speaker. There was no ground or a sky around them. Everything was white with golden threads in different patterns. The Anadori woman stood a few steps from him. She wore a white plated corset and leggings. Her platinum blond hair styled in a short pixie haircut.

"Is there an end to this?" Todor asked the woman as he continued crying.

"You had opportunity to end it. You rejected it," the woman said. "You could turn your back to the injustice of your city, embrace the world you lost, live a life with a love you had."

"But it wasn't real," Todor protested. He wiped the tears from his face with his palm and looked at the woman. "What now?"

"You got approved by the Unlikely Three. You are our new avatar, Sanginuon Geistroch Tioais Prunaiest Gladros Sedendios," the woman responded with a slight smirk on her perfect face.

"What does that mean?" he pleaded for answers.

"You wanted the power to protect people you love? To harness the rage and fury that builds up in you? To deal swift end to those who deserve it? To bring justice to everyone worthy of it?"

"Yes but," Todor protested.

"No buts," the deep male voice added as the red mist creature appeared next to the Anadori woman.

"No turning back now," the twin voices of blue pair added as they materialized as well.

"You have our blessing, Avatar of the Unlikely Three," they said in unison, "No go claim your power."

The light once again enveloped him as he screamed in pain. The discomfort was gone the same way it appeared, in an instant.

"So, you heeded my advice," the man with a long braid said appearing from the fog.

"No Terror," Todor said squinting, still shaken by the intruding light. "Or this memory?"

"Just his memory, I am afraid. You learned your True Names. Like I advised you to."

"What now? I know my True Name, as silly as it is."

"Say it."

"Sanginuon Geistroch Tioais Prunaiest Gladros Sedendios," Todor voiced the names slowly, still unbelieving any of those strange words have a link to him. Each name that came from his lips thundered like a hammer in his chest. When he finished silence rained around Todor and No Terror. Such a perfect silence that you must be in the isolation chamber to achieve it, and not even then.

Gray clouds churned and broiled above them and sky broke in two as the red lightning struck him. It didn't hurt him at all, instead, it made him feel. He could see himself laying on the floor of his kitchen, he could sense Cassandra's heartbeat in the living room as she slept, and far more. His spectral sense spread around his sleeping body like an octopus stretches his tentacles, searching and feeling it's surrounding. It was exhilarating and mortifying at the same time. He could feel the great rivers flowing through the air, sometimes just a meter from the earth, sometimes high in the sky. They pulsated with power, with raw creation, and they called for him. Like a sweet tantalizing kiss, they beckoned him.

"Be careful," No Terror memory said, "Mana is an essence of all things. But it's not native to the mortal realm. So, use it slowly, let your mortal body get used to it."

Before Todor could respond No Terror vanished and Ezezu walked out of a hole in the ground. She looked left and right and saw Todor gaping at her.

"You did it, fool," she said grinning, "I was hoping you would since I am tied to you. But hope is dangerous."

"That was strangely horrifying," Todor said without a breath.

"I remember my Awakening too," she shuddered. "You survived the opening of the first Gate. When you grow stronger I will be there to guide you with other six Gates. I guess my dad's memory runaway. I could swear I sensed him just a second go."

"How do I wake up? I can feel my body and everything around it but I don't know how," he trailed off overwhelmed by sensations around him.

"Good. Now just focus on your little toe."

"My little toe?"

"Yes, fool, your toe. Now move it, just a bit."

Todor did as she instructed him and suddenly he could feel the path. He just made the first step and opened his eyes. He stared at Mihos who licked his nose and stared at him.

Todor got up on his feet, stretching before he patted the cat. Outside the sun was rising, and Todor could feel the energy of its appearance growing, swirling the rivers of mana around his house. It felt heavy and slow, like a heartbeat that trumped across the entire world. Todor could stretch his awareness and touch the rays of light that came from the Sun, actually feel the power that surged, invisible and untamed. He shuddered at the majesty of it all. This will take a lot of time to get used to. Hey, Ezezu you there? The feeling of drowsiness came from the dead girl's presence under his scalp.

He insisted, sending questions towards the Ezezu until the clear words echoed in his mind. Go away, I am trying to sleep.

"Gotcha," Todor said aloud with a smile.

He walked to the living room where Cassandra slept on the coach. Todor kissed her gently and she opened one eye.

"What?" she murmured.

"Nothing, I just think I might have a chance of surviving now."

"Good, I like you alive more," she said and turned to the other side, softly snoring a second later.