[ WP ] An adventurer reaches the end of an epic quest only to be presented with two options ; he may keep his life or learn the truth .

I shuffled past the pristine gargoyles. Their wide eyes pierced down on me, confining me to one final test-the revelation. 
 The quadrangle radiated in a blissful spring. I sighed silently as the lily flowers bounced with a subtle abandon. 
 3 years and it had all come down to this very moment. I shook back my flock of hair, scratched my face as I grasped my hand held bag with an unnecessary tightness as I was climbing the medieval stairs to discover my fate. 
 While the official adventure had only lasted threes years, the truth was that I had always harbored ambitions for this very moment; ever since I was old enough to wield the weapon in anger. 
 Clap, clap. The ringleader, a 65 year old wearing a dark cape which matched his nihilistic complexion welcomed the poor souls into the snake pit. Experienced and cold, he served us a punishing plate of reality before annexing the woods and offering me a choice. 
 
 I can remember that very moment, clear in the vast catalogue of my journey to reality. 
 
 The ringleader purposefully sipped his glass of water before scribbling menacingly on the white fabric. Fifteen minutes until the revelation. 
 
'After the break.....' 
 He paused. Was he struggling? Or simply trying to create an ambiance. 
....I will inform those who are invited to the advanced Master of Creative Writing Course.' 
 
 He sipped again. 
 
 His head frantically scanned the room as his face was drained with a steely determination. 
 
'I will also reveal the location and guest speakers which will make it almost impossible to refuse.' 
 
 I twitched with a combination of nerves and glee. 
 
'If you value your creative lives unburden by perfectionism and sense of self confidence, if you value your ability to take on the world with your writing, do NOT return after the break....you've been an amazing class.' 
 
 He swiftly shut down the program image and displayed a PowerPoint of the university's gargoyles. 
 
 

