
RIFT ASUNDER is the saga of Eaj Cire, A High Elf Guardian Assassin traveling through the world of Telara. His tale is one of Love, Hate, Betrayal, War, and Madness. Join him now as he struggles to reclaim his lost past, fights to understand the chaos of today, and desperately tries to unravel the mystery that is his destiny.
…and scream, and scream. The pain is a tangible thing, awesome and all consuming. Images flash across the landscape of my mind, a beautiful elven woman, smiling, holding a baby girl close. She looks into my eyes, such love there. I reach to touch the baby and the image changes, fades….a Mathosian man sitting across from me screaming, such hatred, malice directed at me…..A room, filled with machines the likes of which I have never seen, can’t begin to understand….a faceless man laughing….a beautiful woman smiling at me, stunning really, except for the look in her eyes; which is total emptiness, darkness.
The images fade, darkness settles around me. A darkness not only an absence of light, but an absence of everything. I hear voices, words, I don’t recognize…..Eaj….Erzabeta….Vladislas….Isabella…The Faceless Man….Aedraxis Mathos…Regulos…Alsbeth….Zareph…Rifts…
The words keep coming, the voices a symphony of men, woman, children. Than the voices begin to fade, leaving only two. One male, one female.
“He is remembering to much, to quickly.” The female voice whispers.
“Each new soul, each death will show him more, show him the truth; our truth. Worry not, he shall remember what we want, when we want him to.” The male replies.
“I do worry, as should you; he is vital to our plans.” The female growls.
“Our plans are set, not even he can change them now.”
“I hope so, for both our sakes; for I don’t want to have to explain to our master how we failed him.”
“We shall not fail.”
I awaken on the floor, curled into a ball. The images fading, the words there but meaning nothing. The pain in my skull is abating. I still know nothing about who I am, but I do know one thing, what I am, what I was, what I shall be again. I am an Assassin. A High Elf Guardian. How I know this I know not, I simply do. The skills I have I have not learned over a lifetime of study or practice, they have been thrust upon me in a moment of agony by the Warden that touched me, that stands before me now. I am skilled, a master of dagger, stealth, sword, and movement. How can I know this? Why do I not know who I am?
Continued…