A Formal Beginning

A sudden stillness gave way to sensation. I found myself standing upright upon an orderly checkered expanse, every line meeting at precise angles. I paused, assessing my faculties with measured composure. Slowly, deliberately, I tested the motion of my arm. My fingers moved in perfect obedience. Reaching back across my shoulder, I touched the cool pommel of the sword strapped behind me, gently confirming its presence and balance. Satisfied with this quiet inspection, I lowered my hand and resumed a proper, watchful stance.