Next thing I knew I was lying in a white abyss, the only indication being the pull of gravity. I stood up and looked around, where I was standing there was a symbol, it was about 20 yards in diameter. It seemed to define the area where solid ‘ground’ was. Aside from that, there was nothing but white. I tried to think of how I got there, that’s when I remembered what happened just before.

“Drake!” I called out into the white, “Is this your doing!?”

“Not exactly,” his voice replied before he appeared, “but it is a result.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t make this place, but every host I’ve had has gotten one as long as I was present, and by the universal reactions from all of them I’d say they didn’t have it before. Each had its own color, I’ve seen some repeat, but you’re the first with white. It’s quite uncomfortable.”

“So, where exactly are we?”

“I can’t say for certain, but I suspect it’s within your mind, considering we can meet like this.  I do know that what we do to each other here has effects on the outside.”

“What do you mean by ‘effects’?”

“Well for instance, I incapacitated one of my previous hosts here and he never woke up again.”

“So I’m unconscious,” that would make sense. “You used the word ‘host’ again; does that mean you’re some kind of parasite?”

“I suppose I am, but I don’t necessarily harm my host, not directly anyway.”

“I can’t imagine this has good affects psychologically for the host.”

“Most went insane to the point of self harm, others committed suicide; I wonder which you will do.”

“Neither, I’ll just get rid of you.”

“And how do you plan to do that? Others have tried; oh believe me how others have tried. None have succeeded.”

“Well, you mentioned how what you did here had effects right?”

“Ah, I see where you’re going with this, not many have tried that. It never ended well.”

“I suppose none of them could beat you?”

“Nope, I’m just too good at fighting.”

“Ah, but from what I’ve seen your power resides in the dark, and you said this place being white bothered you.”

“This is true, but here that’s not what matters, here normal abilities don’t affect how well you can fight.”

“So, are you saying it’s all about the strength of the will you possess?”

“You catch on pretty quick; last guy woke up before he understood.”

“So it’s a personified battle of wills then?”

“Only if you’re willing to fight, no pun intended,” he held his hand out and an oversized sword appeared in it. “And it has some interesting rules.”

“Isn’t that a little too big to be practical?” Damn, that’s not fair; I don’t even know how to do that.

“It’s light as a katana to me,” he said with a smirk.

I looked at my hand; I tried imagining a weapon in it. Nothing happened. I looked up; Drake must have guessed what I was trying to do, because he was running at me with that sword raised! Damn I need something now! Wait, wasn’t this a battle of wills? I looked at my hand again, I closed my eyes and this time I willed a katana to be there. I felt something in my hand, I opened my eyes and there it was!

“You think that puny little thing will help you!” Drake yelled.

I held my sword up just as he swung down at me.