Since I can remember, there’s been a sweet yet macabre voice echoing throughout the soul of Arcadia. The strings of death have always and will always be the theme song …

There was once an inventor, a blacksmith of old who could create masterpieces with the most fragile of tin. Many a legend was crafted through the tools he gave noble …

When I was a kid, I had a carefree existence. Never wanted for anything, always felt loved and cared for. Nothing off limits. Except for two things. The blade I …

It wasn’t long ago that I nearly walked down that path of burning vengeance trying to find the one who killed my father. Days upon months of searching through the …

My dad used to whisk me to sleep with tales of valiant, stalwart protectors from all walks of life. I’d spend every waking moment pretending to save the world But …