The Path

This is an older piece that I wrote some time ago. I did a quick spell and grammar check on it, but I wanted to get something posted for people to see.

I hope you enjoy.

The Path

In the darkness, two entities stand, one speaking to the other. "It is
time," an old voice proclaimed.

"Time for what?" a younger voice asked out of the void.

"It is time for you to choose." Two doors appear before the entities.
"Before you are two doors. One leads to the path of light, and day. The
other is the path of darkness and night. Choose your path well."

Before them where two doors. Through the door of light, they could see a
scene of a sun lit garden, and a stone path. There was a hawk perched in
a tree at the side of the path, watching, and waiting to guide those who
would come. Down this path could be seen a straight trail, and easy
journey for those who would choose it.

Through the second door, the door of night they could see a scene of a
moon lit glade. a dirt trail meandered out into the distance. An owl can
be hear in the distance, and a jaguar stands beside the trail, watching
waiting. Down this path could be seen a straight trail, and easy journey
for those who would choose it.

"It is time," The old voice once more proclaimed. "Have you chosen?"

"Yes, I have chosen."

A form stepped forward, and into the shadows between the two doors. "I
have chosen my path," and she continued forward, on a trail that was
uncertain. The path that promised hardship. She could do nothing else,
she could do no less. As she moved forward a spirit placed its hand on
her shoulder. He would be her guide on this journey.

Many have come before her to this place, and many more will come after.
All must choose their own path, all must make the choice. Most will take
an easy path, few will dare the shadows. Her kind must choose the
shadows, no other world will accept her. She is of both, and neither.

The first entity watches, as child and guide disappear into the darkness.
Not even his old eyes can guide her here. she chose the path that she
must, the path that he once chose. Only her eyes could see it, out of the
multitude, only a few see the path, and even fewer follow. the spirits
would be with her, but no other aid is assured.

"And she has chosen." An infant can be heard in the distance, crying the
first breath of its life. A spirit smiles down upon it, it's hand on the
infant's shoulder. She had chosen her path, and now it is started. He
would guide her in that path, for many life times to come.