EuphemiaThe morning started well enough, but I sniffed the pink potion that my brother had sent me. He said it would help me to remember, and he wrote more about what it was, but stupidly, I didn't read the rest. If I read it the first time, I had forgotten it in my haze of what my father wrote.Before I new it, the potion had casted me away.It was a grueling twelve-hour flight to the Tyché colony. My new staff and the plane crew were the only ones joining me. It wasn't an uncomfortable flight. I was in the seat of luxury, the best the empire had to offer, but it was long. As I looked out the window, I was reminded that my plane wasn't alone. A fleet of aircraft carrying the first waves of new colonists trailed behind us. Those planes were crammed full, so I was lucky to have a spacious plane almost all to myself. I remembered that flight well. I was so nervous, but I was determined. Now I was back on the plane. It wasn't just an identical plane, it was the exact same one that firs

Calixte ArcAs my memory came to an end, I wondered if I would have to wake up and smell the potion again. As the memory froze like a movie being paused, I decided to try another memory. When I thought about it, the scene before me dissolved into smoke, before reforming at another time. In another place.Mireille was there to see us off and she waved happily at Tanya. My other wife didn't even look at her. Mireille was wishing us good luck and safe passage, which would have been a nice gesture considering we were going into battle, but she was an intelligence officer. One of the best the Office of Secret Intelligence had to offer, as far as I was concerned. The OSI had known about the ambush we were talking into for three days, so she should be better than anyone we won't be in any danger.It had worked. If I had allowed the dream to end, I'm sure it would have. If I thought about other memories, it would call them to this scene.That was what was supposed to happen. The New Siberian

This will NOW be my last chapter like this. My main focus is purely on Arc Chronicles, but since I will be on a flight to Korea tomorrow, I won't have time to write the next chapter, and when I get there, I'm going to have jetlag. So I'm posting the alpha version of a story that I wrote last year. I'm thinking about releasing the final version over on Webnovel.A lot of the the early chapters will be similar to this alpha version, since they were rewrites, so don't be surprised if you go and read the official version.I do have 100 chapters of it written and since I'm going to be busy in Korea for work for the next two months... Well, at least I will have something to release on Webnovel. I'll have enough free time to focus on writing one thing and that will be Webnovel.Chapter I: RebirthIn my first thirty-two years of life, I had never seen anything that would lead me to believe that God existed. Not just the Abrahamic one, but no God or gods or any higher power. Creation was a ser

Julius hated getting calls from Intelligence. It always ended with him getting a headache. They never called him with good news when he was on assignment and today was no exception."Roslachnians?" he repeated, feeling that headache coming on. "Roslachnians are here, in Tychè colony? You're sute?""It was confirmed by our spies. A special team has been deployed to assassinate Princess Euphemia."Yep, there was his headache. "That's... Just great." As if he didn't have enough to deal with. "She's pretected by her imperial guard. They should keep her safe.""All the same we want you to keep a closer eye on her. The agent they're sent is a specialist."Of course they were. "And what do the Corai think of this? Corai and Roslachny aren't exactly allies.""The Roslachnians are only being deployed to Tyché. So they won't be a problem for Corai."

Now he had to work even harder. Corai and Roslachny weren't friends, but Corai would happily allow the Roslachnians to reak havoc to Tyché.If Britannia didn't have a vested interest in an alliance, he was sure he wouldn't be here. Yet they did, and Princess Euphemia was important.It wasn't his job to ask why. It was his duty to follow orders.How the hell was he supposed to protect the princess? Her Imperial Guard should be enough. Those same guards made getting close to her damn near impossible. Julius was sure the Roslachnians would have the same problem, but they were bringing a specialist.That's what Julius was supposed to be. A specialist. He would need to be close to her to make sure she was safe. He already served in her imperial guard, but only on the fringe. He needed to get close to her inner circle and he had to do it quickly.The quickest way he could think of was to save someones life.