Self awareness dawns in a place that is nowhere, yet somewhere.

Above me, a light so bright it hurts.

Below me, a darkness beyond black.

At their horizon-border, a thin strip of grey.

From the light came a Voice; authoritative, yet warm.
"Be Luxael, My Lightwalker, and serve Me."

From the darkness came a Voice; charming, yet cold.
"Be Tenebrael, My Darkwalker, and follow Me."

From the grey came voices; frightened, yet resolute.
"Help us" they said. "Please help us."

I moved into the grey, and became Umbrael, the Greywalker.