He stood before the gates and entered along with the others. One by one, they were told to go left or right. When his turn had come, they stared at him before calling forth an angel.
The angel called Metatron.
He looked at him along with his protector before calling him forward. Following them, he wondered why as he walked up the steps of the white castle. Gold trimmed the castle and archways as flower bushes lined the way around the palace, as if to border it.
Walking under the large arch to pass the rows of thick green trees, they came upon a large pool. Clear and glittering the water was as he watched the angel touched it, sending ripples to the edge.
"Your past," the angel spoke clear and deep, "Take a look."
