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Hello, my name is Shade. For me, stealing is an art form. Each theft was unique and had meaning. Even if it didn't seem that way. When they arrested me, I didn't tell them everything during the trial. No one did. We all had our secrets. We each had people to protect. Especially Shade.
Billions of people, throughout the galaxy, watched the trial. Most were fans, a few were enemies, and the rest were people wondering if I would tell the galaxy their secrets. In the end, my long distinguished career ended, just as I always intended. By my hand. They sentenced me to five-thousand years, in a pre-age soul crystal, built by a civilization that was long since gone.
Yet now I am out on parole, five-thousand years later. And it turns out Turns that this world, and possibly the galaxy, has literally bombed themselves into the stone ages. Honestly, I had always believed that was just a metaphor. But it turns out it is possible. Technology, space travel, all of it, poof, gone. There is nothing left of my age, but wreckage.
Now I spend my life trying to figure out where to go from here. Looking for some sense of normalcy. To top it all off, I'm traveling with... no shit, a dinosaur, a loincloth wearing barbarian and a wizard. And you thought the tower was hell? Nope. At least that was something I understood. This place is the actual hell.
And now I find these books. Written by my ex-lover. You know all those things I refused to say at the trial? Well, Leon had no such sense of fair play. He told every dirty little secret. And now, for five thousand years, and multiple ages of civilization, the stories of Shade and her exploits have grown to monumental proportions. Creating a kind of superhero, that was never real. But these people can't understand that. As for me? I am reading my books and trying to figure out who I really am. The monster they put in prison, or the hero of my own story?
- Shade