It isn’t easy to explain or describe what happened to me. Nor is it easy to explain why I made my decision. It would be a trivial effort to say that I had little choice in the matter, but that is a lie. I freely chose, of my own accord.
We were, as we say, very big on the whole “free will” thing.
Who am I?
That is a very interesting question. My name is but a label so that others may identify me.
What is this “I”?
Is it the mass of flesh, blood, muscles and bone? I think not - that is merely a home for me. So, to all intents and purposes, “I” am an ethereal entity that happens to be housed in a body of flesh and blood. Yet I am so much more than that - I am all the experiences I have had, all the knowledge I have gained, and I am also contained in the memories of every person I have ever dealt with. Greater philosophers than I have debated this very point since time began, and suffice to say, this is not the time, nor indeed, the place for such delightful philosophical discussions.
Let us carry on our conversation (if a rambling, one-sided monologue can be construed as conversation) of what happened to me, why, and where it has taken me.
I have many names (or ‘labels’, if you prefer), but you may call me ‘Caine’.
Rei found my philosophical musings “quaint”, teasing me as my stylus moved across the plastic screen, leaving electronic remains of my pondering.
Who was Rei? She was all things to me - my lover, my teacher, my student, my creator.
The tale I am telling has no clear starting point, no definitive nexus that I may point at and say “There! That is the start.” So where shall I begin?
I could begin with a short history of the world, here in the second half of the 21st century. But the changes wrought after 2012 are recorded elsewhere - the rise of the mega-corporations, the multiple viral plagues that decimated the world’s population, the destruction and pollution of the environment, the rise (some say return) of Magic, and last, but not least; the sudden and unexpected separation of the human species into five separate sub-species, with all the explosions of violence and racial hatred that accompanied them.
But I shall leave such documents to those who are best suited to writing them.
I could being my tale with an uneven reminiscing of my life, but I shall defer. What happened earlier in my life plays no part in this tale.
To help you understand me, to aid you in your exploration of my tale, I shall embark upon a small detour, to expand upon what I have said above.
I am what is called an ‘Elf’, one of the new sub-species of humanity. We are not as dreadful as the creatures described by Tolkien, nor are we the ‘little people’ as described in so many children’s tales. Scientists have given us the taxonomy of ‘Homo Sapiens Nobilis’, although there is nothing terribly noble about many of us. On average, we stand about 1.9 metres tall, weigh between 65 and 75 kilograms, and usually have pale skin and very fair hair. Of all the 5 meta-species of humanity, we Elves are the most sensitive to Magic - which partly explains my traveling the painful and torturous path of becoming a Sorcerer.
Now that you have an idea of my physical appearance, and of the state of the world in which I live, I shall return to deciding where to begin my tale.
I think I shall begin in the crypt.