Prologue
It was hot on the night it happened. I had no idea it could get so hot at night. When the sun went down you were supposed to get some relief to the sweat and stickiness but not tonight, tonight was something very different. It was the night the entire tribe of Jordan sunk into the sea. Well at least that's what the smartie pants up in Arkham would say. What really happened is something everyone either forgot about or maybe... just maybe "what?" might have just moved onto another piece of space all together. The smartie pants up in Arkham would know the truth in time though.
Jordan had been such a beautiful place, or at least it was to the ones Jordan would call out to. The name Jordan had come from the "old world". No one really knew who Jordan was, but Jordan had been a god of his time though. Everywhere and everything was covered in his image in almost ever ancient city across the globe (and of course it's a globe but the Rowbo's will argue with you about for endless hours). Jordan's sigil was a red man, in space palming the moon on a black field. A sigil of hope.
On the night the heat came to Jordan no one had remembered what to do. No one had been prepared for something like this for at least a hundred years. Some of us remember our great grandparents talk about the great war with the Lure but the men had become green with peace, and forgot how to fight the enitiy. An entity one one thought about because no one had seen in so long like I said people forgot and had become soft. Soft of body and soft of mind. The Lure sure showed the people of Jordan what it felt like to forget. Five thousand people all at once die in their "sleep". Heh. "Sleep" the smarties in Arkham will say. Joshua Price will tell you something different. Joshua Price was there.
Joshua had also been awake the night it happened which, helped but without his practice he was doing for what he thought was fun turned out to mean life and death for the seventeen year old. His practice consisted of sitting and focusing all he had into a kind of mind vehicle he would roam around in beneath the plane of consciousness and into an existence of oneness with the globe. People around Jordan would call him mad and say he dabbling with demons but Joshua knew better. Damn, did he know better now and he had to reach Arkham to tell the ones in charge in charge there what had happened. "They had to believe him right?" Joshua thought "There had to be others who had made it." He tried not to think of the horrors he had seen back in Jordan but the image of Old Meg the town brewer slicing her face away before finally stabbing herself in the throat lingered with him. "How could everyone have forgotten?" Joshua thought as he biked up the main road to Arkham. "Stupid! How the fuck could this happen?!" Joshua's mind screamed. He was starting to get his mind back now. The temperature was falling to what a dawn should feel like and he thanked the god's for all their mushrooms he had taken to prepare himself for something he had no idea he was getting ready for.
