It was an ordinary day in Metrodale city. People were going to work, kids were playing in their yards and an intrepid reporter was on the cusp of a huge story.
You had been given a tip that one of the big corporations in the city had been doing illegal dumping in a local forest, and you were investigating it. You staked out the forest for an entire day, waiting to see the dumping for yourself, but an ill-timed camera flash gave away your location. You were running from some uniformed goons through the forest when they started shooting at you. A bullet caught you in the shoulder and you fell forward into a pile of leaves.
The pile was evidently covering a passageway, as you tumbled past the leaves and into some underground cave. You heard the goons on the surface talking about you.
"Where'd he go?" one of them asked.
"Probably under the leaves." the other replied.
"Go get some flashlights, we can't let him leave the site alive!" a third goon shouted.
You could barely move. Between the fall, the gunshot wound oozing in your shoulder, you wanted to just lay there and die. And then you heard the voice.
"My child, come to me." the voice softly sang.
"Wh-who's there?" you asked.
"All will be explained soon. You must enter the next room." the voice replied.
You crawled across the floor and through an entranceway into a larger room in the cave, only this one had an ornate pedestal in the center, surrounded by a fountain.
"What is this place?" you asked.
"This is the shrine of the goddess. Dane King, you have been chosen for your heroism." the voice replied.
"Chosen for what?"
"Please come to the pedestal."
You grabbed hold of something on the wall and pulled yourself up, limping over to the pedestal. On top of it was an ornate gauntlet, designed to be placed onto a wrist.
"What is this?" you asked.
"This is your destiny, Dane. The goddess commands it."
"Are you the goddess?"
"No, I am only her tool. The goddess' power flows through the gauntlet. Place it on your wrist."
On the one hand, you didn't have any better options. The goons would soon be here, and your shoulder wasn't getting any better. What should you do? Listen to the voice, or leave?"
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