Arcadia has seen the rise and fall of many grandiose levels even in just the days I have surveyed it. The rise is sweet, full of hope and optimism and the fall is anything but.
Consider the Red Light District. Sprawling and dynamic and full of curiosities that would make a prude shrivel up inside. A great addition to Arcadia through sheer need of things to do, in all sense of the word, the district became a haven for many who otherwise may not have had any other way through it all.
Consider Olympus. The grandest stage of them all, built from Zeus’ own plans and packed full of Arcadians each week. The single most important event in almost everyone’s calendar. The glorious moments that place had seen. The wonderful memories people had made there.
But war tore them both apart.
The Red Light District and Olympus both were doomed to fall because of the war between an ex husband and wife. Each fell because the Uprising raised their army against that of OSW.
Look at the Red Light District now. Once so large and exciting, now but a pile of rubble on the ground
Look at what Olympus became. A flurry of ashes floating along in the air.
But did that even register with you, Attano? Did you even notice what I meant, or are you too busy being mister nobody that you missed it?
Let me make it clear. These great structures, the pillars of Arcadia, were torn asunder by war, and left rubble and ash.
What about you, Harold? You are nothing now, so what of you when War comes to tear you asunder too? Less than nothing? An infinite void?
The truth is that you would leave nothing behind, because you are not a great thing. You are not a pillar of Arcadia, and the only thing you can lay claim to is that you have lurked in the shadows and waited for your part to play, but your part will never make the history books. People will gloss over any rare mention of your name in conversations of the golden age of Arcadia.
No, because no evidence will exist to show you even mattered. You don’t. The rubble and ashes that the true greats leave behind mark the impact they had on humanity. I will have that impact. Apokalypsis will have that impact. People will remember what we need to do until the very end of time. Who will remember you then Harold?
Nobody.
Not a soul.
For your bones will never be the rubble of the Red Light District. Your skin will never be the ashes of Olympus.
There will be nothing to even suggest your were ever here. All you have ever wanted was to be a Nobody, Harold. Well after this War has taken you victim, you’ll have your wish.
You’ll be a real nobody after all.