The Grand Finalé

[Sherrod]

"Damn it!" He cursed as he rolled over the edge of the bed and hit the floor.
He pulled himself up off the old wooden floor. Walking over to the chest of drawers he pulled out a robe and placed it on. He walked past the mirror and took a glance at himself, he was a mess. After quickly tidying up his beard and long hair he opened his door and walked towards the altar. He said some rituals, to which had no effect. Startled and surpised by this, he said the rituals again, and again, and again. No effect. Where was the surge of power that usually flows through his blood?
"What in Felucca name?!" he said as his hands slammed down on the altar.
As his hands touched the altar he was flung back several feet. When he awoke he was in the middle of Britain, tied to a lampost with only a pair of briefs on him. He was ridiculed by the people walking past, everyone threw something at him or said something not so nice. After being there afew hours Law finally came, they arrested him though and sent him to the jail in Trinsic. Although warmer, it still made no difference. He had nowhere to go and nothing to do. For 2 years he sat in that prison cell. Only being allowed out for meals, only contact was either with the Law who fed him, or every now and again a new prisoner. After the first few months though, he started hearing voices. He thought he was crazy. Two voices, one was dark and sinster, the other spoke wisely and sounded the voice of a more heroic person. These voices would not only speak to him, but often talk to each other. Mostly ending up in arguments. Just shy of 2 years went by of this happening. He couldn't stand it anymore, he had to leave. He'd been wishing everyday for the first year for someone to let him out, then after that he had gave up all hope. On one night, just like any other night, these two voices began to argue. Thinking of it as the same as any night he lay down and and left them two it. They soon began speaking in a language unknown to him. The voices got louder and louder and then abruptly ended. A flash of darkness and light was seen and then the jail gate flew off its hinges, smashed against the wall and landed next to a bookshelf. Confused, he stood there for a moment. The two voices were once again heard, but this time they spoke synchronized, both at once, saying exactly the same things, "You are a man of true power, make your final choice in life." Still confused, and now speechless he stayed standing still.
The next thing he knew he was waking up in one of the healers beds with a bandage round his head and a broken arm. His only memory now was of his time in jail. That was all he knew, he didn't even know his name. Al that went on his head now was the words "Make your final choice".