Arc Chronicles

I always knew my life was going to come back to bite me, but I never thought I'd go to prison. That bastard cellmate of mine stuck me in the back with a shank on my way out.It was a tale as old as time. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Before I was arrested, I was a traveling salesman. The company I worked for paid for gas, gave me a stipend for food, and paid me peanuts. I barely had enough to eat most nights and I sure as hell wasn't saving money.Still, life on the road beat prison. A cop pulled me over. I fit the description of a pedophile who had assaulted a young girl. I was a Texan, born and raised, but the Californian jury didn't show me any mercy. They locked me up and threw away the key.I spent two years in prison as a know pedophile and sex offender. Everyone hated me. I had no friends to watch my back. I don't know how I survived. My lawyer was a public defendant, but he never gave up on me. He fought for me to the end and I'll never be able to thank him for i

One of my favorite things to do was explore the castle. Ever since I started watching Game of Thrones, I had been obsessed with old-world architecture. The stone streets of Kings Landing, the Red Keep, and the free cities. It was a completely different world from the one I had grown up in and never getting to see Europe was my biggest regret.Game of Thrones Season 3 ended on a high note. The Red Wedding and the Lannister consolidation of power. It was a shame I would never get to see Season 4 and beyond, but I was practically living in Westeros. 1920s Westeros.The palace was huge and even after two years of life, I still hadn't memorized my way around. Luckily, as a prince, servants were lining up to get on my good side, so I always had a guide.My home was called the Phoenix Palace, and it sat straight smack down in the center of Aquroya. Aquroya was the imperial capital, the fantasy equivalent of Paris I suppose. Though I guess I shouldn't keep calling it a fantasy, since it's my

Chapter II Part TwoA week later I was out of my sickbed, and working under the High Healer and one of my father's Imperial Knights.The High Healer would oversee my training in the healing arts. Despite my mother's boasts, he outstripped her in almost every field. He was the most accomplished healer in the empire and arguably on the continent."We will begin this lesson where all novice students start. The first law of this art states that it is impossible to heal from a distance. This is an unbreakable rule of healing. We, healers, stitch wounds, cure disease, to grant relief to the suffering. To do this, we manipulate our mana to a fine point and use it to help our patients. Only by physical touch is it possible to share mana, your highness. That is why it is our one unbreakable law."To start with, I will teach you how to sow basic skin wounds. You must keep in mind that this skill will only affect light cuts. Deeper wounds require different skills. Before we can start on the basi

Interlude 1Bernhard took a deep drag from his cigar. The small room slowly filled up around him and it wouldn't be long before everyone was there. Then he had to sell them on it. These were some of the most influential people around Prussia and without them, he wasn't going to make it very far.His political party was small and without support, it wasn't going to go any further. At the moment, its small nature hid the truth from the Aquitese and Britannians. If one of these men betrayed him and told the occupation forces about this meeting, that was the end. He'd be dragged before a Britannian court and sent into exile or prison. If he was lucky.If he was unlucky, Bernhard would be tried before an Aquitese court. The best he could hope for was hard labor at one of the labor camps. They might just shoot him instead and save themselves the trouble.The door closed at least and the eight people in front of him looked on expectantly. Before he could say anything, Johann Eggeling spoke:

Chapter III Part TwoScattered around Aquroya were a variety of gentlemen clubs and lady clubs, that catered to a broad spectrum of Aquitaine's upper crust. Most clubs were divided along gender lines, following an antiquated belief that it was better to keep the sexes separate. The clubs that accepted members from both sexes were few and far in between. I could only imagine what Aquitese society would think if they could see modern-day Earth.Each club served a certain demographic of the population, with each having its unique rituals and modus operandi. Some only accepted applicants from prestigious universities. Others only accepted members of the military. Others discriminated based on travel, work experience, profession, or even characteristics like hair color or skin tone. Due to Aquitaine's nature as an empire, it had every color of a person under its banner.Upon successfully joining one these clubs, the new member gained access to their facilities, equipment, and all the comfo