Arc Chronicles

Euphemia II

Euphemia II

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 was tired, but I couldn't sleep a wink, I was so nervous. When the plane touched down, my life was over. I would be the Viceroy of a new colony halfway across the world.

As we flew over the glittering sea, I felt the urge to jump out. I mastered the impulse, but it was there. I didn't want to go to Tyché. I didn't want to oppress the natives or any Egyptians that remained. Xavier would be a better choice. He had done wonders with Vietnam, why not give him Tyché?

Because my father wanted to rest me.