Nazara: The Rift Walker
Silverwood, many years ago
Prince Hylas gripped the young High Elf by the shoulder, forcing her to face Shyla. “See the fear of your people?! They are not prepared to aid those Mathosian dogs against Regulos, Shyla! Even this little brat knows that her only hope is with me in our ancestral home. Or does she?”
Shyla held her hand out. “Hylas! She’s just a maiden! Leave her be!”
Hylas leaned down and spoke hatefully into the maiden’s ear. “You see, my sweet little Amera? She tries desperately to save you by just calling you a maiden. You are nothing to her. Swear yourself to me and you will know power and safety from Regulos.”
Amera. Amera Moontear. That was her name. Some of her closest friends use to call her Nazara, the Riftwalker. When Regulos first arrived, she was able to move quickly through areas where rifts had opened, avoiding being seen to bring Shyla important information. But she was one girl among many that Shyla entrusted to help the Mathosians. Sometimes, she saw Shyla as the mother she never had. Sitting in and listening to some of her lessons about Tavril. Feeling warm and at peace. But now her life was in the hands of the one who spurned Shyla. She prayed that she would be worthy to the Vigil and be brought to their arms should she die.
“He can promise you nothing, maiden. Only lies.” Shyla retorted.
“Oh…I can promise her one thing.” Hylas grinned. He drove his blade though Amera’s back and straight through her chest.
Amera shuttered as the blade ripped through her. The look of horror on her face as she saw the blade with her blood on it.
“NO!” Shyla screamed.
Hylas pulled the blade out, laughing.
Amera tried to say something, but only blood came from her mouth. She staggered backwards towards the ledge. Tears falling down her cheek. She muttered only one word as she fell to the depths below. “Vi…gil…..”
Shyla tried to reach for the girl but Hylas blocked her path. “YOU BASTARD!” She screamed.
As Amera’s bloodied body hit the water and floated to the surface, her eyes looked to the sky. Towards the Vigil. She prayed…she prayed. But as the world fell to darkness, nothing. She couldn’t see them…couldn’t hear them. Only one final thought went through her mind as she passed into the realm of Alsbeth. “Forsaken……”
*A small heartbeat sounds.*
They have forsaken me….
*A second heartbeat*
*A third heartbeat*
*A forth heartbeat*
“Sylver, I think the Ascended is waking up!” A muffled voice calls out.
“The soul transference was a success!” a second voice calls out emphatically. Presumably Sylver’s. “Open the chamber!”
The Ascension chamber slowly opened with a hiss. Pressure releasing and steam rising from the machine. The Kelari inside hadn’t opened her eyes yet. She was breathing. But hadn’t fully come to yet.
Sylver walked over and placed his hand on the Kelari’s cheek. “Ascended? Are you alright?”
The Kelari slowly opened her eyes. She slowly lifted her head and blinked as her eyes were trying to adjust to the light in the room. “Wh…where..?”
“You’re in the Arc of the Ascended. You gave us quite a scare, Ascended.” Sylver smiled.
The Kelari looked at her hands and gasped. “What happened to me?!”
Slyver placed his hands on the Kelari’s shoulders. “Ascended, please calm down. I’ll explain everything. But first, let’s get you out of the chamber.” He helped the Kelari down and sat her in a chair. “Now. Do you remember what happened to you? Do you remember your name?”
The Kelari looked at Sylver. “My name is…was…Amera Moontear. A..High Elf in service to the Priestess Shyla.”
Sylver looked at his assistant. Both looked back at Amera. “Go on.” Sylver urged.
“The prince, Hylas…put a sword through me. I..prayed….” Amera trailed off.
Sylver knelt down and took Amera’s hand. He nodded to a body covered in a sheet. “When we found you, you were floating in the river near the bridge not far from here. Bloodied. But amazingly, your soul had not been taken from your body. But your body was beyond any healing of our priestesses. Thankfully, there was a young Kelari who had lost her soul to Regulos not days ago. And..well..here you are.”
Amera narrowed her eyes angrily. “The Vigil has forsaken me. They left my soul to rot. Shyla lied.”
“They all lied, Ascended. The Vigil cares not for those on this world. And we don’t need them to show us where to go. No gods decide our fates. We decide our own.” Sylver nodded sagely. “And that is why we were able to give you a second chance through our machinery.”
A second chance. To be chosen by the Defiants. Amera finally knew where her loyalties would lie. Amera. No. She wasn’t Amera anymore. Amera died and was left for dead by the Vigil. Now the one who stands before the inventor was Nazara. The Riftwalker.
“Unless you have any other questions, Amera Moontear…” Sylver was cut off.
“Amera Moontear is dead. I am Nazara. The Riftwalker. And a proud Defiant, Lord Sylver.” She made it official.
Sylver smiled. “Well then, Nazara. There is much to do and little time to do it in. The Guardians destroyed our machines that helped to keep Regulos at bay. And now Regulos is about to destroy our world. Our only hope is to send you back in time to keep this future from happening. You are our last hope, Ascended. Now hurry.”
Nazara made her way to a Defiant outpost near the machine Orphiel had built. But before she could move on…
“Ascended! One of Regulos’ minions has appeared! You must stop her!” A guard called out.
Nazara melded with the shadows and moved to the location of the follower of Regulos. To her surprise, and her anger, it was Shyla. Fallen to Regulos. She was being held by a few Defiant guards. But Shyla broke free, throwing them into fallen buildings. Nazara emerged from the shadows, two swords at the ready.
“You are too late, Ascended. Regulos will have this world!” Shyla the Fallen called out.
“So you finally show your true colors, ‘Priestess’.” Nazara snapped. “To think I looked up to you as a mother and teacher. My only regret was that Hylas didn’t kill me sooner.”
Shyla stopped. She looked into the eyes of the Defiant standing before her. Realization hit her. “Amera….? What…how…?”
“The Defiants saved me. They did more for me than you ever did!” She spun her blades in her hands. “Amera Moontear is dead thanks to you! So you and the Vigil be DAMNED! Only Nazara lives on!” Nazara charged at the fallen priestess. The fight didn’t last long. A few minutes at best as Shyla tried to summon undead to keep Nazara at bay. But it was a futile attempt. Nazara slashed through and brought Shyla down.
As death was taking Shyla, she looked up at Nazara. “Please…forgive….me.”
Nazara narrowed her eyes and spit on Shyla. “Rot in the Plane of Death, b***h.” Nazara turned her back and headed back to the outpost.
Nazara had finally made it to the machine that sent her back in time. Thus began the life of the Ascended known as Nazara.