Arcadia: The Golden Era Novels & Stories

THE ARCADIANS Many years ago, a girl was born to a farmer who the only land he had was a large Rocky piece of land, and was normally not possible for them to cultivate the land, the only site again was waters, and when they were tired of eating only sea foods, the only available food for them, how they ended up on the Iceland was not told but this family lived there, one day a wrecked boat was washed to the Iceland and many iron with it, and also an anchor too heavy to had possibly been washed by water, for that one reason, they concluded that it was Eledumare that had brought the boat to them, after succeeded in bringing all to their stoning land, they began to hit the rocks with them, and

“I won’t be a threat anymore. I don’t want that life.” Adrian nodded once. Then turned to me. “And you? What do you want now?” I looked between them. Between the war I’d just survived and the peace waiting to be claimed. “I want a new beginning.” Six Months Later – Tuscany, Italy The vineyard rolled across the hillside like a dream. Soft golden light. Quiet mornings. Fresh bread. Wildflowers. The kind of silence that doesn’t echo with regret. Adrian and I moved into the estate Mira once bought under a shell company. We turned it into a women’s retreat center.

Chapter 19 – Project Thirteen-A The dawn looked unreal. Too soft. Too still. Clara stood at the threshold of the ruined Arcadia facility, the morning light bleeding across a horizon that seemed newly drawn. The air smelled of rain and static, a faint hum rising from somewhere beneath the ground the death rattle of the machines still powering down. She took one step forward. The soil crunched beneath her bare feet, damp with dew and ash. Wind moved through the skeletal trees surrounding the compound, each branch creaking like an old hinge.

She rolled over onto her back, her dark eyes widening as she looked up through the dense treeline. The Gilded Fortress was gone. The massive, multi-million-dollar Bedford estate was a towering inferno of orange flames and black smoke, the dark stone structures collapsing into a massive crater of burning rubble. Everything Dominic had used to cage her, everything she had fought against for weeks, had been completely erased from the face of the earth in a single, calculated stroke of treachery. "Vivian..." A low, ruined groan drifted from the dark shadows beside a massive pine tree.

I dug my fingers into the grass, enjoying the cool green scent of my garden. Arcadia is a strange part of Above. It can be whatever you want it to be; a memory, a perfect representation of a real place, a surreal world of oil pastel and golden light... whatever you need. It can be affected by your mood, who you're with, what you ate... It's a blank canvas, but what it ends up presenting you is not always what you expected. So I sat on the gentle slope and stared at the old oak that had been a young oak when I was buried beneath it.

It molds us into the wolves the Goddess meant us to be. And because so many of us are still unmated, the nightlife here is popping. Our parents designed Arcadia with us in mind—modeled after Paris, Rome, New York, and Berlin. They knew we’d need a release after the intensity of training. So they gave us everything: clubs of every kind (BDSM, dance, strip, comedy), global cuisine, skateparks, courts, pools. You name it, it’s here.

Arcadia raises her head to her gaze, "I'm pleased to hear this darling, here is your reward." She takes out her golden hairpin and hands it to her, "it should be more than enough to settle you." Her hair is let loose and she gifted her the pin, "This is too much my queen, a few coins would have been enough for me, it was an easy job after all." A sinister smile comes to play and it excited Arcadia,

I could feel like I completely knew myself now. “Open your eyes now.”, she said. I opened my eyes to see that Macy was half-faded now. “I will send you back to the era and now it will be Lee who will guide you towards the fulfillment of your reason of birth in this era.”, saying this she went completely invisible and I was left there standing in the garden. And then the garden started to disappear as well. And soon it was gone and it was darkness all around me. “Hyun! Hyun! Wake up.”, I heard a voice call my name. My actual name in this era. I opened my eyes and bright light made me close them again. I blinked a few times and adjusted to the surrounding.

"I may be a painter, but even your dwarvesparken form would evade my canvas, my great godsbeauty Yola. Let's run away together to a witch's hut in the Northern Holds and get away from my loathsome father the tyrant, driven mad and hard by grief at mama's passing. I'll hunt for you and witch for you, and you shall raise the chickens, goats, and horses of our lands. Us who flee the sword are not safe in the faith of the Latinate gods that have driven my father up the chicken coop. You and I will cook the finest foods between us to keep our bellies full that would tempt Wotan the Raven and Freida the Wanderer themselves. We can have four little bonnie babies between us from a moon's blood cake,

"Earliest I can get clearance for." "Fine," I said. At nine o'clock exactly he walked me down. I went straight to the Stone City history section. Third shelf from the bottom. Four books from the left. The dark green spine with faded gold lettering. I pulled it out. Carried it to the reading table. Sat down. Opened it. I didn't go straight to the footnotes. I started from the beginning. Read properly. The way the book deserved to be read. The dry academic prose that described Stone City's criminal architecture in the early years before it became what it was now.