My mother told me stories, stories of a world that does not exist anymore.
After the time of the Great Passing all that was left to remember the past were relics and books.
These books were kept in the library of life, a place unknown to humanity until it was too late.
The saying everyone has a story is true, infact everyone has a book. These books recall everything in your life, every detail from the minute to the mighty.
Mine is titled Ellie Graceheart.
You would think it would be your right to read your own story, this is not the case.
What is left of society decided that preservation is the key to living, from this notion the ARC was formed, a shamble government that would lead the people through the knowledge of the books.
Only they are allowed to read the sacred texts and everything is decided through them.
You can only read your own book if you have something of use to the government, something to bribe them with.
I don’t have anything.
I’m stealing it back.
I reach out.
My story is so close.