by Nadia
Sonja Ljzavet:
My memories, they 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 24th of March in the year 1977.
My father was a general in the KGB. He died in a secret mission in the U.S. when I was nine. I followed his path and became a secret agent for my country, for my party, while still a child.
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 in the world.
It was then that grandpa hired me. Grandpa, I called him, but his name was a mystery. He was a Neanderthal, the last one, and claimed to be thirty-five thousand years old. He was the chief of a secret society, the Encyclopedia, fighting for control of the world with two other secret societies, the Hoods and the Cloaks. It was a complex story involving aliens, gods of order and chaos, lost civilization, magic, mutants and such.
I was one of the Encyclopedists, one of the chosen to evangelize 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 so much gibberish. Because one faithful day, when I was battling a giant brought to 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 colorful jump suits. And one of them keeps calling me Sonja. Why?
Then I feel something invading me. Who am I?