Chronicles Of Arcadia Novels & Stories

“Thirteen-A was never a rescue program. It was containment. You weren’t meant to leave Arcadia. None of us were.” Clara shook her head. “You’re lying. I saw the world. I felt the rain.” “You saw what the system showed you,” he said. “Arcadia was designed to rebuild damaged consciousness from collapsed neural patterns. You died, Clara. On that bridge. But your mind didn’t. It fragmented. We saved what we could.” Her breath caught. The air felt thick again, heavy with static. “That’s not possible. I was there. I heard Ethan.” “Echoes,” Harris said softly. “The human mind leaves ghosts when it breaks.”

he began, “two humans fell in love. One was a blacksmith, the other a handmaiden. They snuck out beneath a cloak of stars, and made love under the light of the moon every night. They lived a simple life, in a small, rural village. It was said to be ruled by the monarchy, but in truth it was governed by the whims of merchants and soldiers. “Arcarius, the blacksmith, crafted fine weaponry. Merythia was handmaiden to a young princess – a young princess who had caught the eye of a foreign invader. Their village was sieged, and both the weapons and the princess were targeted. As the moon rose, both Arcarius and Merythia fell.” I frowned up at him. “That’s horrible.” “Don’t worry. It gets worse.”

"Back to it. Arcadia was the third ever person the moon goddess ever granted the power of shifting. But hers was unique from the rest." Gunther paused to open a book. He waved his hand over it and pictures popped up, dancing around until it sucked the three of them into its pages. (Arcadia, was a female soldier who served in the British army, fighting in the first world War." Gunther said. The scene showed the things he spoke of, with a female at the forefront leading her troop, but they weren't victorious. Who didn't die from land mines, bullets wounds, just couldn't go on anymore from exhalation.