FRAGMENTS: Arcadia of my Youth
As a child, I would always dream of falling.
It is a disgusting thing to dream of, is it not? Children should dream of flying in the sky with all their might, of seeing their homes and loved ones as tiny speckles of incredible importance amidst the colorful and meaningless horizon. They should dream of talking to spirits in the air and of clouds shaped like butterflies.
But I would dream of falling off the roof of my school building.
Huh? My name? My name is...
. . .
It's a silly name, isn't it? The kind you never hear outside old legends and fairy tales.
It doesn't fit me in the slightest.
Huh? My story? Do you want to know how I ended up like this, stranded in the midst of space with the kind and merciless light of our star as my sole companion?
Alright. I'll tell you. But you better be patient.
It happened a long time ago. Long before you lived on this merciless star.
Did you know? For as long as there were knighs, there were different kinds of chivalry. The chivalry of justice that asks nothing in return. The one of revenge that burns all into ashes. The one of seeking pride and glory on the battlefield, and the one of thirst for absolute power. The one that dedicates itself to the one most important person. And the chivalry of victory at all costs.
In this story, all forms of chivalry clashed on a single battlefield.
So let me tell you this story from a long time ago. It happened in the citystate of Europe, several years before the New European Coalition rose into power. Back then, the proud cultural heritage of over a dozen countries was under thread of collapse from struggles for political power. It was then, that a single person stepped out and decided to unite the entire Europe under a common banner.
Back then, on that violent battlefield, I was nothing more than a common knight errant.
It is a disgusting thing to dream of, is it not? Children should dream of flying in the sky with all their might, of seeing their homes and loved ones as tiny speckles of incredible importance amidst the colorful and meaningless horizon. They should dream of talking to spirits in the air and of clouds shaped like butterflies.
But I would dream of falling off the roof of my school building.
Huh? My name? My name is...
. . .
It's a silly name, isn't it? The kind you never hear outside old legends and fairy tales.
It doesn't fit me in the slightest.
Huh? My story? Do you want to know how I ended up like this, stranded in the midst of space with the kind and merciless light of our star as my sole companion?
Alright. I'll tell you. But you better be patient.
It happened a long time ago. Long before you lived on this merciless star.
Did you know? For as long as there were knighs, there were different kinds of chivalry. The chivalry of justice that asks nothing in return. The one of revenge that burns all into ashes. The one of seeking pride and glory on the battlefield, and the one of thirst for absolute power. The one that dedicates itself to the one most important person. And the chivalry of victory at all costs.
In this story, all forms of chivalry clashed on a single battlefield.
So let me tell you this story from a long time ago. It happened in the citystate of Europe, several years before the New European Coalition rose into power. Back then, the proud cultural heritage of over a dozen countries was under thread of collapse from struggles for political power. It was then, that a single person stepped out and decided to unite the entire Europe under a common banner.
Back then, on that violent battlefield, I was nothing more than a common knight errant.