I walked down the street remembering the times before the mentor exploded in the atmosphere and a colored blast wave slammed into the ground. What ever it was it killed 2/3rds of the world population and brought many monsters that were thought to be myth or fiction to life. Those of us who survived gained the ability to use magic or something like it. We some how able to live longer than before, I had been wondering this new Earth for about 50 years by my count and my body hadn't aged at all. Even with the abilities we had gained my people were slowly killed off by the monsters and infighting of the greedy. I was walking along a path when I saw a piece of paper blowing along the wind which struck me as odd because paper doesn't exist anywhere but books that are in safes or vaults I placed them in. I grabbed it and read it. Normally I would had let it b be blown away by the wind but with what had happened to my world I believed it.
I signed it and found myself in a ruins and mid air. I landed easily and looked around. 'Well at least it's better than the old world.' I thought as I looked at the three different passages. Which to go through...