It all began during a journey to the distant lands of India where, under the demonic advice of his Vizier, my father opened the hourglass of time and released the evil power of the sands. Corrupted armies turned against their masters; hungry for power, the vizier seized the hourglass and I, victim of the spell, had no other solution than to go in search of him to end his sad life and cancel the curse of the sands. Everything would have ended there if I hadn't had to kill my father with my own hands. To erase this period of history, I then went to the past, in search of the island of time, to prevent the making of the hourglass which caused the loss of my people. Pursued by death, I managed to escape my fate and changed the course of history, saving in the process Kaleina, the Empress of the Sands. Proud of my victory, I returned to my native Babylon, ready to resume the normal course of my life.
Butterfly Effect
Unfortunately, the story didn't take the course I was hoping for. Without the hourglass, I had not killed the Vizier and he, taking advantage of my absence, now reigned over my people with an iron fist, setting my city on fire and bloodshed. Worst of all, I was bringing him the ultimate weapon in the presence of Kaleina, wielder of the sands. The past therefore inevitably repeated itself, the Vizier released the sands again and became stronger than ever. My pride had only saved me the better to condemn my country. Infected with the curse, the sands began to take over my body and soul. I had no choice, I had to act quickly before becoming one of them. Facing the Vizier again was my only way out, but it was a long road to him and his large army. If weapons and my agility had always been useful to me, I now also had to play stealth to defeat my enemies in silence, stabbing them with my dagger in rhythm or slitting their throats without giving them time to breathe the slightest sigh: a more effective and, above all, safer than facing them head-on. Arriving from behind, balanced between two walls above their heads or suspended from a rope or chain overhanging them, my gesture was sure and the blade sharp. Best weapon among weapons, infiltration had become my new method. But soon I was no longer going to be alone in this adventure, and fate made me cross paths again with Fara, daughter of the maharajah whom I had met in another time and who therefore could not remember me. If the era was very different, it had not changed and still had its particular character and its easy verve. She was still not indifferent to me and, I can tell you, without her, I would surely not be here to tell you my story. Each taking different paths, we helped each other, respectively opening doors impassable alone.
Acute schizophrenia
Despite my feelings for Fara, I couldn't bring myself to confess my burden to her. After fighting between two times, I now had to fight between two me: who I think I am, and my dark form, corrupted by the sands and with dubious morals. But the sands don't only have drawbacks and, despite the curse, they made me stronger, more powerful and gave me new ways to overcome obstacles and enemies. Using the chain that caused the infection, I then flew from rooftop to rooftop, accessing otherwise inaccessible mechanics, and battling shadow creatures as I twirled my new weapon, searching for the sands that kept me alive. waiting to find the source of water that would restore me to my true appearance and free me from this voice that hammered my head. I emptied sand wells, thus acquiring new powers (not always useful), discovered secret passages towards water making me more resistant, avoided a thousand and one more vicious traps than each other, drove tanks in steep streets of Babylon and fought monsters over twenty times my size. Only a few puzzles based on mechanics and inconspicuous paths slowed my progress towards the Vizier, but the road was still long before fulfilling my destiny again.
