[i]The Door[/i] From a tales of a lost guardian "Hmmm?"A guardian thinks to itself as it gazes in curiosity over the sight in front of it. Through the guardians eyes one can see a regular door made entirely of wood. But to the untrained eye this is more than just a door, it is a beginning. "Possibilities," the Guardian thinks to itself, endless and perpetual yet obtainable. Dormant they sit waiting until to be unveiled and weaved into the past, present and future. Yet the Guardian is unable to gather the courage to open the door. Apprehension is always wielded into the one opening the door and unknowingness drives the potential opener away from the door. "It could lead to my death," the Guardian ponders, " or to prosperity." The Guardian reaches for the door, and everything around the Guardian seems to halt as if the universe itself has stopped to watch. Slowly as if the Guardian's hand was made of stone moves to the door seemingly passing through space-time itself on journey that fate could only tell. The Guardian's heart starts to pick up pace, sweat forms at the brows and trickles down the Guardians face like water droplets down a tree after a heavy rain. As the Guardian's hand inches forward, the Guardian's lungs begin to burn and it's heart is ready to burst from its chest, a death that would rather satisfy the Guardian at this point. The Guardian's hand finally reaches and grasps the handle of the door but as quickly as a sparrow the Guardian pulls it's hand away. "What have I become," the Guardian whimpers to itself. "I have faced greater foes, I stared into the eyes of the darkness and prevailed, I have conquered not only adversity but myself, yet I sit here and cowar before a door? Is this some kind of sick joke, put upon me by some greater being? Have I been tricked like a child? Is this an illusion better yet am I an illusion!? Filled with anger and resentment the Guardian reaches for the handle again but this time the Guardian feels nothing and it tries to turn the handle but it will not open. "What is this blasphemy!? I will open this door! Then an bright explosion ensues and surrounds the area in a violet hue and as everything disappites and the world is brought back the only thing that remains is the door. Unwavered it lies, hoping, waiting, and yearning for the next guardian to pass by. I know your probably wondering that this has nothing to do with alien hunting on another planet but the intented purpose of this passage is to show a look into the mind of the devs of destiny. If they didn't have the courage to open the door to destiny and create it then we wouldn't have these forums and we wouldn't be telling these stories. I thought i would write a story that was unique and different. Hopefully you will understand the meaning and message behind the story. I hoped you enjoyed reading it as I did creating it.