Another Round of Dream Sharing. Because, I don't like forgetting dreams I remember.
Part 1: The path that Shatters

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There were about 8 of us. We were trapped in a strange area. There were so many
floors and railings in the side of a forested mountain island. We were to escape by
learning new abilities. This was our test.

We spent many days on that Island. It might have even been months. Pit falls,
trap panels, and the rage of the oceans. We spent so long trying to find our
way out, and had no success, until I saw it. There were no path led was an opening.
Today I decided to be a Hero. I called upon everyone to come with me.
We'll all be saved together.

As we gathered I noticed something. It seemed... I was the only one without
a power. Everyone developed grandly in their might. Except for me. We walked through
the cave walls that we entered. As we kept moving, the Cave gradually became a building
filled with corridors. It was dimly lit so we could just barely see. I was unsettled here
for being the only without power, yet still determined to take everyone to the end.
I never let them realize it.

There at the end of these halls were 6 large doors. Black, etched heavily with
various symbols and images upon it. They stood at least three times taller than I.
Only one door would open, but when one would go in, they would find themselves
with nowhere to go but out one of the other doors. But even then, only two other
doors would be openable at a time. It was strange. What if- what if we had to open
each door a certain way, and go into them a certain way to get out?

We began to work on the doors this way, but time flew past as we failed numerous times.
The doors were heavy, and they kept getting heavier as we learned we had to keep them
open to continue. One of those who was with us, he was short and one of our runners,
didn't come back this time. We've been waiting for a while now. I'm worried.

Being the only other Runner, since he never returned, it was my turn to walk through
to the other side of these doors. I didn't know what would be on the other side.
I took my step in the halls beyond the door. I was just one room. A room with a
large pillar. It was all attached to all of the same doors! THERE WAS ONLY ONE ROOM!
Was there only one room this whole time?! From the other side of the pillar sounds
of footsteps and breathing came. It was the Other Runner. "There is no way out
of here," he said with a cruel expression on his face. "Nothing has changed this WHOLE TIME!"

In his rage he Jumped at me, grabbing at my throat. We rolled out of the room
and through the door I had just entered. The both of us fighting one another.
Biting, clawing, whatever means we had. "You lied. You lied. YOU LIED!"

The others let go of their doors to stop the scuffle. "Torren, what are you doing?!"
Piletura, a young warrior lady of purple, questioned his actions as he was pulled away from me.
Torren struggled to get away, but the one who held him was both strong and well armored.
There was no way he would be let go. "She lied! She Lied about all of it! There is no way out!"
he yelled at the top of his lungs, "JUST WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR AND SEE FOR YOURSELF!"

One peeked in through the door. It was the same as I had saw, an empty room with a pillar.
The group's Moral dropped incredibly as can be seen by the look of dismay on their faces.
The one holding Torren let him down, "What's... going on here?" I look up nervously,
"I-I don't know." I'm scared now. I tried to be the good guy and help everyone. Why do
they look so terrifyingly at me?

Torren, the runner, quickly dashes at me, grabbing me by the hair. "I've been running
in circles in there for HOURS! Not once did you come to help our search! Is this some kind of trick?"
My head hurt. This wasn't a trap. Not even I knew. I thought this was the only way.
A Sharp object flew past me, through my hair. Torren let go, but when I looked,
up, I saw two of them holding up guns. one at me, and the other who shot my hair pointed at them.

I was only trying to be good. I was only trying to help. Why is everyone fighting?
Why are they trying to hurt me? Why are they fighting with each other? We all need to leave!
It was now a fight to the death between everyone. I was starting to get sick.
Sick of all this. Sick of being stuck here, sick of these people, sick of the fighting.
I snapped, just as the rest. Powerless... I wasn't... this whole time. Strings were
entangled through everyone. No one could move, the thin threads that drilled into
their bodies. I was angry and done with everything. I was angry and I snapped them.
The strings. The Strings broke them, they sliced through them, impaled, destroyed.
I was absolutely done with everything in this place. The sounds of the thread that
released their bodies. It was relaxing.

I'm not the good guy anymore. I can't be the good guy anymore. I'm sick of being the good guy.
I won't be the good guy if that was what it would get me. I'm taking everyone to the End
like I said I would. I'm sick and I don't want to be.

The only person I spared was Piletura, The only one who didn't fight, and the gunman
who freed me. With that, I opened the doors with the strings of fate that I now controlled,
and we left together on uneasy feet. What awaited us was a future as murderers.

Upon stepping forth into the realm we had once began, our life in the past had ceased.
We were not welcomed with congrats, we were marked as murderers, criminals who had
taken the lives of 5 people. Those two who walked beside me, also caught in
this fire and branded with this fate. It wasn't heroes who stepped through that door,
but villains they said.