We begin with a man waking, suddenly, in a field. He has no memory of who he is or how he got there. All he knows is his name: Elend. This is his story
I woke with a start. I was lying down in a small field of grass. Staring down at me were the soft, evening clouds. I had no idea where I was. Thinking harder I realized that I had no idea about anything. Not a single memory could I bring to mind. Save for one, my name. I am Elend, and I am definitely lost. As I picked myself off the ground I slowly looked around. A forest surrounded me, and in the distance I could see a small, seemingly abandoned, white house to the east. With no other visible options, I made my way over to the house.
As I crept up the steps they creaked beneath my weight. Without any real hope, I knocked on the wooden door. No answer. I turned the knob and nudged the door. Not a budge. Desperately, I heaved all my weight into the door. Nothing.
Something must be blocking it. I thought to myself. Stepping back, I began to look around. To my left I spotted a small path running around the house. I walked down the steps of the front porch and trotted to the pathway. As I came around the side of the house I saw boarded up windows. Definitely abandoned, I reassured myself.
The path I was on split to the left into the forest , and also continued around the house. I walked to the back side of the house to check for any backdoor. No doors, but at the far end was a window cracked open. The window was stiff, it obviously hadn't been moved in years. Pushing hard on the window, with great effort it was forced open. I climbed in through the window sill and found myself in a small little kitchen.
The house had a foreboding silence to it. In the kitchen was a large table. On the table, I saw a glass bottle of water and a brown sack. I lifted up the sack, the smell of peppers wafted out. This lunch was very recently made.
"I guess this place isn't as abandoned as I thought." I said to no one, trying to cut through the silence. Without really considering the consequences, I took the sack and bottle. Looking around I saw a chimney in the corner. It lead down into the cellar as far as I could tell. On the far end of the room was a staircase leading upwards into darkness. But towards the front of the house was a doorway leading into a room naturally lit by the large windows.
Walking into the front room of the house I see what stopped me from getting in through the front door. It has been nailed shut, and wasn't going to be opened anytime soon. A small piece of wood was hanging on the door. Written on it, in strange lettering was, 'This space intentionally left blank.' "Strange." I thought aloud. Scanning the room I see a large oriental rug in the middle of the room. Off to the side I see an empty trophy case with a brass lantern on it. Above the lantern is an antique sword hanging on the wall. I take the lantern with me as I walk back to the kitchen. I decide to take a look around up stairs.
Walking up the steps, it quickly becomes dark. Thankfully for my quick thinking I had grabbed the lantern. As I turn on the lantern, it emits a brilliant light which easily light my view of an attic. The only things in the attic are a large coil of rope and a small table, with a nasty looking knife lying on it. I immediately pick up the rope and store it away. Grabbing the knife, I take a closer look. It's old, dull, and well beyond use. I drop it back on the table and head downstairs.
I head back to the front room of the house. Standing on the rug, I hear the floor creak. I gave a hard stomp with my foot and hear a hollow noise beneath me. Moving the rug aside, it reveals a trapdoor underneath. I pull it open and see an old, rickety staircase leading down. With a gulp and a shudder I look down. Remembering the sword hanging on the wall, I grab it for protection and slowly climb down through the trap door. Completely unprepared for what might be waiting.