Josiah was floating. That's the best way to explain the experience. His body weightless as if floating through space. Almost causing him to forget the worry he had felt as he entered the stall. When suddenly he felt as if he was crashing through reality. His once seemingly weightless body growing heavy.
His mind began falling through a story yet to be told. Flashes of the future flooded his mind. Like snapshots of the events to come. He saw Nyx, her face writhed with pain and fear. Surrounded by men with weapons drawn. Her clothes ripped and torn. Blood staining what little garments still covered her exposed body. Tears streaming down her face as she tried to say something to him, but he couldn't understand her. The scene suddenly changed and he saw himself standing bloody over a large number of bodies. The sky pitch black while rain washed away the blood from his armor. He was holding a strange looking sword but before he could get a better look the scene changed again. He saw the Capital in flames. Families crying in fear. Bodies of loved ones and friends lining the streets. Limbs strewn across roads and blood sprayed over what little remained of the buildings. A large army approached him and began surrounding him. Some assisting the wounded, others armed with weapons of varying types. And in the final flash all he saw was himself, holding someone. Josiah tried to see who but it was too dark. Surrounded by corpses the strange sword flashed, causing him to scream up at the sky. His eyes gushing out with blood. With each passing second the sky began turning darker and darker until eventually it was consumed by a dark blood red. The angst in his voice shook the vision and snapped him back to reality...
Sweating and gasping Josiah dropped to his knees, his voice hoarse as if he had been screaming for a long time. When he looked around and regained his senses, he then realized that he was being held by Nyx. Who looked at him with worry. "My child..." spoke the Crone, her voice stabbing into his mind like a thousand daggers
"There will be no happy ending for you. You will fail to protect what you love most in the end."
'What? What does that mean?'
"This was a bad idea I'm sorry." Nyx whispered softly in Josiah's ear, "Let's go."
Nyx helps him to his feet and they began to walk out the stall when the crone spoke in a cold and sinister voice. It caused Josiah to snap around and freeze. His blood running cold. She looked at him with eyes filled with darkness and told him,
"When the Reaper comes for your soul, you will still be of the living child.."
Nyx began pulling on his arm. And they both left the dark eerie stall. The crone was still standing outside smiling, watching them leave. As if this had all happened before…
As the man stopped speaking he looked deeply into the boys eyes, revealing his full face. It was strangely pristine and clear, his face clear of any blemishes and shining like polished bronze. The strangest thing about him however were his eyes. His eyes seemed to swirl and were filled with blood and chaos. He was crying tears of blood, permanently staining his near perfect face with crimson streaks. As the boy looked closer, he saw cracks forming around the crimson stream, almost as if…
"Child, what do you think of fate? Do you think it is fair to all?"
The sudden reveal made the Boy jump back at the sight. And the more he looked at him the more he could feel his mind twisting. As if just looking at the man would drive him insane. He looked down at his feet, trembling from the pressure the man was exerting and barely managed to say.
"I think fate.. is evil."
The man stared at the boy. The pressure suddenly increased tenfold, causing the boy to drop to his knees and spit out blood. He felt as if every bone in his body were crushed at once. His heart hammering and his head on the verge of exploding. The boy wanted to scream out, full of agony and pain. But he couldn't find the breath to. He felt as if his mind was unraveling and as if his very soul would snap. When suddenly the pressure dissipated. The boy gasped and slowly looked up at the man. He was no longer looking at the boy, and slowly said.
"You're wrong. Fate is not evil. Quite the opposite actually, fate is the most fair being. It comes to us all, as promised as death."
The boy looked at him, still breathing laboriously. The temple was quiet for a long time after that until eventually the boy asked the man,
"If fate is so fair, then why has the world turned into this? This, this hell.."
The man looked up at the statue and sighed,
"Because it's what we all deserve."