My memories… it hurt… my brain hurts…
I feel like something is burning in the back of my head…
Where am I?
Who am I?
A cellar…
The door is open…
And then my memories are back.
My name is Nadia Vassiljev, I was born in Vladivostok, USSR, the 24 of March of the year 1977.
My father was a general in the KGB. He died in a secret mission in the USA, when I was nine. I followed his paths, and became a secret agent for my country, for my party.
But after 1989, the world changed, and I changed with it. Ideologies died, and the only god, then, was the dollar. I became a professional. A spy for hire. The best on the world.
It was then that grandpa hired me. Grandpa, I called him, but his name was a mystery. He was a Neanderthalian, the last one, and claimed of being 35.000 years old. He was the chief of a secret society, the Encyclopaedia, fighting for the control of the world with two others secret societies, the Hood and the Caped. Complex story, involving aliens, Gods of Order and Chaos, lost civilization, magic, mutants and such.
I was one of the Encyclopedist, one of the chosen to evangelist the people of Earth from the evil machinations of the two orders, preparing to rule Earth after the cataclysm brought by the orbit of the tenth planet.
Now all of that is babbles. Because one faithful day, when I was battling a giant brought in Paris by a temporal vortex, I fell into it, and disappeared from Earth.
From that Earth.
And found myself in Moscow, in the old apartment I used during my Academy days. Only it was slightly different.
I remember looking at myself.
A mirror?
I was screaming. Well, my reflection was screaming, I wasn’t.
Then I felt myself being sucked away. What does it mean?
And nothing.
Nothing until now.
I am outside the cellar, and there are people coming outside similar cellars. Young people, most of them dressed in colourful jumpsuits. And one of them keeps calling me Sonja.
Why?
Then, I feel something invading myself.
Who am I?
