Infraterra

They say Infraterra was the great city of hope, but to me, it was a prison. All my life, I had been on the run. From the Wars. From my parents' death. From my poor, impovered life. There was nowhere to run in Infraterra, and sooner or later, my past had to catch up with me.

I was hovering on the brink of hopelessness when my fragile future shattered, and I was left standing penniless on the doorstep of a near-complete stranger.

Suddenly, my past was cascading down around me. My brother returned, now a successful and wealthy politician. I encountered an old friend of my parents. I was forced to come to terms with the mutilating accident I had the misfortune of surviving seven months ago.

The more my past returned, the more obvious it became that I myself did not yet understand even half of what had taken place in my childhood, nor did I understand what was happening now. Infraterra had somehow become ensnared in the most elaborate of conspiracies, and somehow, someway, I was caught in the very center of the net.