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You can only walk a road so long before it starts to feel familiar. Footprints buried beneath the dust… not just yours, but others. Heavy ones. Ones you thought you’d left behind. You don’t realise how far the past stretches … Read More

They say the girl became a dragon. They whisper it in alleyways and over busted radios like it’s a prophecy. Like some kind of Arcadian poetry. That the wolf is gone, and something grander rose in its place. Scales. Smoke. … Read More

You don’t really understand what trust means until it’s been broken. It’s easy to believe in someone when things are going right – when you’re winning matches, when the road ahead is clear. But that’s not real trust. Real trust … Read More

This week, I face a man who doesn’t fight to win. He fights because losing feels familiar. Destructo. I’ve been watching you for a long time – long before I stepped foot in Olympus. You used to practically wear a … Read More

They call him a chef, but that word’s too soft — too human — for what he truly is. He doesn’t carry a sword. No waraxe. No ancient spear pulled from some tomb of forgotten kings. Just a knife. A … Read More

Do you hear it? That tick-tocking. That eternal, maddening tick-tocking. Time is the first enemy any of us ever faced, one I can never quite seem to beat. In my travels across the levels of Arcadia, I’ve crossed deserts turned … Read More

I’ve been a warden for the weary in Arcadia for longer than my memory serves me. There isn’t a day I can remember where I haven’t faced up to the demons of this place for the people who reside in … Read More

The problem with Arcadia is that there is War all around us, and yet most of us are not the ones who wanted this war. We, the poor peasants, who were happy with their lot. Weren’t we? I know I … Read More

I have always been a man who enjoyed his food. I’m sure you can tell by the size of me that my plate has rarely been half-full. As a child I had that layer of puppy fat that kids often … Read More

[Drewitt sits at a wooden table, in a dark room, a single light illuminating him and the area around him. The light swings slightly, adding to the slight unease.] “War never changes, they say. I can certainly see some truth … Read More