[center][h3] [/h3][/center][h3][hr][color=#82786E]Brandon Unicorn[/color][/h3][hr][indent] [/indent]
The helmet slipped on smoothly, its weight guiding it down until it settled snugly on his armor. When he opened his eyes, though, all thoughts of the helmet were replaced by the sight in front of him. In place of the barren plains, he saw a stone bridge, which stretched towards a ring of light in the distance. Confusion as to how he got there was interrupted by a voice emanating towards him, which was neither familiar nor comforting. Still, he felt his worries drop away as his legs carried him towards the light, moving without reason. When he tried to pause his step, he found himself unable, but the calm in his mind was not interrupted. The sense that something was wrong failed to worry him, and instead he waited as he walked closer to the light, the voice continuing to speak to him. 

The world turned white, then faded into color again, revealing a stone circle in the darkness. Illuminated at the center was a man taller than anyone Brandon had seen before, who wore armor that glowed with a godly blue. Brandon’s mind reached to the titans of myth, who were said to be strong enough to seize lightning bolts and use them as weapons, then on the angels, who were known to be earthly incarnations of Elrath. While the man’s feet were obscured by his tabard, Brandon got a strong sense that he was floating, yet he lacked wings. 

The man spoke then, his voice echoing in the darkness. Despite the man’s helmet, Brandon felt as if he could tell the man’s expression, his raised brow, and he realized then that his own helmet had disappeared. When he reached up to confirm this, his arm moved easily and without pain, and it hit him that his aches hadn’t bothered him since before he arrived here. Was he dead, then? Awaiting judgment before he passed into the afterlife? It certainly felt that way. The man had said his name, phrased as a question or not, and there was clearly something unhuman at work here.

That said, there was nowhere to run here and no option but to answer, not that Brandon would’ve run anyway. He was calm now, but the aches and pain that had wracked his body earlier were still fresh in his mind, whether or not they had gone now. This man, whoever or whatever he was, seemed to be helping him, and Brandon had neither a place to run to nor another to turn to.

“Yes, I am Brandon Unicorn.” His voice was steadier than his mind, the calm inside him helping, no doubt. “May I ask who you are, and why you have brought me here?”