To dance among falling stars
Michael went home, and was gently surprised by the absence of both Peter and John. He was alone and it was time to sleep. He laid down in his bed, unsure of what to think of the day. Peter couldn't be a killer, not the Peter he knew, his best friend. This day was not getting any easier, and he was sure tomorrow was going to be harder. His days always seemed to be like that...
He pulled his shirt off, sliding into his bed quietly, pulling the covers over his face and relaxing into slumber. He smiled to himself as he started sleeping.

He woke up standing in the middle of a garden, a bright place that felt like he was standing on the top of a mountain, the air was so thin. There were two people milling about, taking care of the plants. They were beautiful plants, things he'd never seen before. He walked over to a flowerbed, bending over and smelling the flowers. It was such a vibrant, sweet smell, something he'd never smelled anything quite like. Now he was sure he wasn't making any sense, as the garden around him started spinning. the last thing he saw was a man in a white suit standing over him, shaking his head sadly.

He awoke again inside a small room, with the man in the white suit standing over him. The man helped him sit up and sat down next to him.

"Where am i?" Michael asked.

"That's a complicated question."

"No, it's really not..."

"Well, your body is asleep in its bed in your apartment. Your mind is drifting in the endless immaterium of dreams, but your soul is what matters, and it's in a very special place, a place where not many of the people from your world can go."

"Where am I?" He asked again forcefully.

"You are in the house of dreams. The home of the Creator and his orders. I am Ashrem, Knight of Friends and keeper of the Black Gate. You have all ready met my brother Abbodai, the Knight of Sorcery and the Keeper of the White Gate."

"Who knighted you?"

"The Creator knighted me a very long time ago."

"How long?"

"I came into service about the middle of your bronze age."

"How?"

"I was leading an army in my home and i found the way to the celestial armory and there i met the Creator, there i took my vows of service and joined his army, leading mine to victory and ensuring peace for my world for an age. And i rode out with his knights during the second age of my world toddo battle for good once more."

"How can you live so long?"

"Those bonded knights who serve the Creator are tied to his essence, bouynd to him from the moment they take their vows to the day they are slain in combat. We CAN die, but age or infirmity will not claim us."

"Why am i here?"

"Glad to see you found your way to the important question my young friend. You have been selected for this age to be the Lord Commander of the Earth, master of its celestial armies and Keeper of its Gate."

"Huh?"

"It pains me, but your world is coming into darkness, and the world as it stands will not survive that storm, so the Creator has started to dispatch his people to your world, and has started awakening old alliances and friendships in order to make sure that your world does not fall into the lingering darkness. You have been chosen to protect your world as the master of its armies."

"This isn't possible."

"Which part of it isn't possible?"

"All of it!"

"Very well, but your world will fall without a leader." And the man in the white suit stood, walking from the room. Michael awoke in a cold sweat, unsure of where he was, or what was going on around him....