[ WP ] You wake up to find yourself in a room with 5 doors . They are labeled 'peace ' , 'honor ' , 'truth ' , 'power ' and 'fortune ' . Which door do you choose to open and what happens ?

I took a seat at the old wooden table and looked at you on the floor, still unconscious. You stayed there for a great while, before you finally arose. You looked around alarmingly, scared even, before you finally saw me. 
 
 `` Where am I?' you asked, `` Who are you? What happened?'' 
 
 `` You are dead, I am death, and you died,'' I answered to your questions in order. 
 
 `` How did I die?'' you asked amazed. 
 
 `` You were shot in the head, quick and painless.'' 
 
 `` Why?'' 
 
 `` Life is strange, things happen for reasons and it just is the way it is.'' 
 
 You stared at me strangely, I did n't seem like death to you, more like your old high school history teacher. You made your way forward and took a seat across the table from me, never taking your eyes off of me. I stared at you patiently, waiting for you to regain your composure. You finally looked around the room. It was rather plain, nor very large, but on one wall was five plain wooden doors, each with a different word upon it. 
 
 `` What's with the doors?'' 
 
 `` A door is a moving structure used to block off, and allow access to an entrance to or within an enclosed space.'' 
 
 `` Yes but were do they lead?'' 
 
 `` That's for you to discover.'' 
 
 You got up and walked to the doors, you went down the line reading each one in order. They were labeled peace, honor, truth, power, and fortune. When you were finally satisfied, you returned to your seat. 
 
 `` What happens if I choose a door?'' 
 
 `` You walk through it.'' 
 
 `` You're not a lot of help are you?'' 
 
 `` I'm not here to help, I'm here to see what you choose.'' 
 
 I could see that you were becoming frustrated, which was understandable. You eventually calmed and become lost in thought, pondering each door and it's meaning. 
 
 `` What door would you choose?'' 
 
 `` I have been through every door.'' 
 
 `` You did n't answer my question.'' 
 
 I smiled to myself, you were different, and I liked that. `` My brother Conquest, he would choose power. War would choose honor, and famine fortune. But myself, I think if I was a mortal, I would like peace.'' 
 
 You thought about my words for a long time, and you finally stood and walked to a door. The center door, truth. You stood calm, a peaceful smile on your lips. Power in your stance, honor in your heart, fortune in yours eyes, and you walked through the door. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

