Twysted Tales 2: Tower of Epiphany Prelude

My friend Ragura was kind enough to write a small prelude to Twysted Tales 2: Tower of Epiphany. Enjoy!

Clouded mind

How far would you go to save the world that would abandon you? The world that took all that you hold dear, yet was revered as paradise, even though we had forfeited the privileged rights to it so very long ago. As I stood gazing into the well-outlined eyes of the trio of embossed rock faces, this question burrowed itself deep into my conscious. The moment I had hoped to avoid had come after all and time was running out. I had carefully laid out my plan; a scheme not unlike the devil himself would have trouble coming up with. I mused at the irony of the tale of good and evil and how irrelevant morality had become in the equation of lives. A man is a man, but some are just a little more special, a trait that leads not to their salvation, but to their inevitable demise. I had learned the vile truth of what being chosen really meant and the realization of it struck deep within my soul, much like the earthquakes often spoken of in legends of life beneath the clouds. As with most earthquakes, aftershocks are not a rare occasion and these aftershocks attempted to transform my steadfast resolve into a string of blurred moments of doubt. I had come for my sister, the chosen one, the blessed one who was destined to walk the Path of Epiphany. And now, the time had come to move past the last shreds of uncertainty that clouded my human mind. For what I was about to do was beyond human, it was… Natural.