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Arc Chronicles Interlude Student
Interlude: The StudentThey wanted him to attend the military school in Tyché. That would be his cover. Princess Euphemia's Imperial Guard and the Tyché Colonial Guard were working closely with one military school in particular, and that would be the best place for him. The things he did for Britannian.At least this time he wasn't going to be sent to a boys' school, however. If he was going to be forced to attend, it wasn't going to be an all-boys school. Zane had had enough of sausage parties in my past life.It was an officer's school and with his records and abilities, he was sure the Tyché Colonial Guard or the Imperial Guard would come calling.A few days before his departure, he was summoned by Intelligence to one of the local bureaus. From the outside, it looked like an office building. That was part of the trap. No one would think to look here for an intelligence office or the black site that was underground. They even had real office workers who knew nothing about the buildi
Arc Chronicles Interlude Student
Interlude: The StudentHe wore the same cadet uniform that the rest of them, but emblazoned over his right breast was a bronze medal that bore the inscription: "Special Services to the Academy." On the color of their uniforms, we were bronze bars. One bar for each year we attended. As First-Year Cadets, Charlie and Julius each bore a bar. So did Alfred, but unlike them, his bars were silver."Special services to the school have been rendered. That's why his bars are silver. I don't doubt that by the time he graduates, he'll be wearing gold bars. While ours will be bronze," Charlie muttered, glaring at his back."You sound so sure of yourself.""His uncle is the headmaster. The man is the one who pushed Alfred's name through on that award. So his nephew could wear an undeserved medal on his chest. House Kessner doesn't play fair in Hawaii. Better get used to that now. They may not rule this dukedom officially, but they have their claws everywhere here. They unofficially rule.""How so?
Arc Chronicles Euphemia
Euphemia ArcAfter that bombshell, I was glad when my mother left. Though I guess it shouldn't be too much of a bombshell, I knew since I was a little girl that my mother wanted to marry me off, to find me a match she would approve of, but I did not expect it to come so soon. I should have. My mother threw a fit when the emperor assigned me this position. I had been taken out of her control, removed from her influence, and sent to live halfway across the world.Yet she couldn't let that go. Despite what I thought before and what she said, I was sure she spoke to Victoria about the same thing, but unlike me, who was too much of a coward to tell her no, Victoria would have denied it out of hand. She had her eyes set on the throne, she knew what she wanted. Plus, she was already married, and none of her husbands were of my mother's choosing.I should have refused out of hand. I should have put my foot down and told her no, that I wouldn't marry Damon Frey or anyone else that she wanted m
Arc Chronicles Interlude
Interlude: Royal IntelligenceThe cloaked woman watched the three from the shadows. She wasn't sure about it at first, but now she knew: it was them.Those fucking three. Those two bitches. That bastard. It was them alright. The redhead threw her arms around the other two and pulled them into a bone-breaking huge. She looked so happy to see them. Both of them looked so happy to see her.It made the cloaked woman sick. She almost struck out at them. With her sickle, it would be so easy. She could come up from behind and take the red-headed bitches head off. If she moved fast enough, she might be able to kill the other two before they could react. Her sudden death would stun them, at least for a moment. If she was fast enough...But no. She stayed her hand. It was unnecessary. Wasteful, even. There was a crowd around them. There was no guarantee that someone wouldn't intervene. If someone stopped her before she could kill the redhead, that would be the end of it. Even if she could cut t
Arc Chronicles Interlude - Calixte
Interlude: The Corai BaseOne moment he was sitting in his hospital bed, waiting for the end to come while listening to a crazy old man. There was nothing else for a soldier to die who's been mortally wounded. There was nothing any surgeon or even a healer could do for him now. The Roslachnian solider had got him. The soldier could only hope that Prince Calixte and Princess Victoria finished the conquest of New Siberia soon.In the next, he had been plunged into ice-cold water.Only it wasn't water; when his eyes flashed open, he was floating in green liquid. It was so green he couldn't see through it. He could barely see his hands in floating in front of his face. He tried to swim upwards, but his body wouldn't move.It was the coldest thing he had ever been in. Alan imagined it was what arctic water must have felt like. Had the crazy old man laced his tea with something to knock him out and then thrown him overboard at the North Pole? He said his cure could world, but Alan didn't be
Arc Chronicles Strixes
In honor of Strixes, a story I am currently publishing on Webnovel, I've decided to post the firet chapter here. If you'd like to read more, check it out over on Webnovel. New York TimesMay 17th, 2024As of the beginning of 2020, coming out of a glob health crisis the likes of which haven't been seen since the Spanish Flu epidemic of 1919, the world reached an estimated population of 30 billion people. The population increase began in 1989, when an alien ship broke apart over the United States of America and the Soviet Union, splintering into two parts.The result of a failed colonization effort on behalf of a species that we do not even know the name of. Every one of them perished in the crash. From what we have recovered and translated, this species believed the Earth was uninhabited and was planning a settlement operation.The alien ship was over 200 years more advanced than any nation on Earth.. Not only did it jump-start the economy of the two superpowers, medical and agricultu
Arc Chronicles Euphemia
Euphemia ArcI could never admit it, not publicly at least, but I loved Samurai movies. Oyashima might one day be our ally, but as it stood, it was a rival power and the emperor would never allow it to be known that his children enjoy foreign media. Especially the media of a rival power. It might be different if I was watching movies produced by some state that was so many they couldn't be a threat and they weren't actively engaged in hostilities with the empire. That ruled out Corai and most other countries, though there were a few that remained.So when I got the call that I would have to stop my movie night and go to the eyesore of Bayard, I wasn't happy. "Why do you watch those films?" Godfrey asked as I got in the back of the car.I shrugged. I had no answer for him or the emperor. My father would prefer that I watch Aquitese films though and read books by our authors. Yet that might be changing soon. As I looked at the newspaper in front of me, it showed my older brother Henri d
Arc Chronicles Euphemia
Director Edgecombe's smile was predatory. "Of course. Let's return to the pig for slaughter.""Pig for slaughter?" I repeated. If what she said about this place was true, I guess that was a good way to describe him. "Tell me about this Hang Gao.""As I said, my agents approached him with an offer. He was the right kind of person, a Corain citizen. We had investigated him for months before we approached him.""Why? Did you suspect something was wrong?""We wanted to know more about his life. What could we turn him in with? Did he have a wife and an affair? Did he have some secret he didn't want to get out? Something like that. We found out he lived in a small shack, barely scraping by, living off scraps.""So you offered him money?"Director Edgecombe nodded. "We offered him a lot of money, but it was more than that. We offered to train him, not just as a spy, but in a field that would make the cover we wanted to give him easier. We wanted a high society roller, someone that would be a