Hey there, I'm fairly new to Radiant Historia. I started the remake last week and now I can hardly put my 3DS down. Sadly, there is almost no fan content to be found. Time for me to write some scenes down which would otherwise be stuck in my head forever. I might add some more chapters if I have the time to write more. (Haha, I wish I could travel to the past like Stocke). I hope you like it!


Stocke was tired, dead tired. But the long rest he needed was not an option right now. Ever since he got the White Chronicle from Heiss he had completely lost his sense of time. It was not unusual for him to leave one point of time in the morning and re-appear in another point late at night. Other days, he arrived early in the morning in another time and had to survive an entire day although he hadn't slept for 30 hours.

His friends were often worried when they noticed his exhaustion. Forced him to take a break. At the same time, nobody could explain why he was so exhausted all the time. He had promised not to tell anyone about the book and he did understand why this was necessary. For everyone's safety, he kept it to himself.

Every day he had to make up excuses, every day he spent time with people he now knew so well and at the same time, he kind of did not. Because at one point of time they knew something, in another time they did not. As if that was not enough, Stocke had to remember what they knew in the past and what hadn't happened yet. It was confusing. And sometimes, it was hard for him to share a casual conversation with his comrades.

Although he was surrounded by so many friends, he was still lonely. It was a different kind of loneliness than the one he had felt as a spy. That one he had chosen and theoretically, there had always been the option of telling somebody. Keeping secrets was also part of the job but those weren't secrets affecting himself as much as the time traveling.

He felt the worried glances on him every time he returned from a time travel. He didn't know what exactly he looked like to the outside in these moments but he guessed he gave the impression of being in a daydream. Rosch was especially wary whenever a node transported Stocke to his side. What did he say it back at the beginning – Rosch felt death around him?

Rosch had been his best friend – and he still was. But at the moment, it felt more like he had 100 different Roschs as a best friend. One who was desperate, one was at his side, another one was still mad at him for staying with Heiss... Reality hadn't been the same for a long time. It wasn't real anymore. Stocke could undo some events, everything became relative. Of course he was thankful for this power. He was able to bring friends back to life. But was all of that even right? Should anyone even be allowed to have so much power?

"Stocke? Earth to Stocke!"

Stocke was looking up. He had been so deep into thought that he had almost forgotten he was still in the Sand Fortress. At a point of time in the alternate history before the real tragedy had begun...

"Hm?" he replied. Rosch looked at him suspiciously. They sat across each other at the community table. They were the only ones at their table. Most of the other soldiers were busy with watch duty or rested for the moment they got new orders.

"Did you even hear what I was saying?"

"Uhm, no, sorry."

Rosch sighed and looked at him with an annoyed yet worried gaze.

"Are you alright? You looked like you were at a completely different place."

Which I was...

"Everything's fine. So, what did you just say?" Stocke asked to avoid that conversation.

"Hey, I'm serious. You're acting really strange lately... Since the day you went on that first mission for Heiss with Raynie and Marco."

"Rosch, knock it off, I'm-"

"No, Stocke, I don't think so. You're so absent-minded all the time. You seem to forget things. And then there are these bouts of fatigue..." Rosch enumerated fretfully. „If you still haven't recovered from that injury, then-"

"I am! Rosch, I'm fine. And you really shouldn't think about me so much when we are at the front line. You have a..."

Stocke stopped himself. He had wanted to say Rosch had a group of young soldiers to lead. But he couldn't say it. That sentence would burn into Rosch's mind after the inevitable tragedy happened.

So instead, he stood up and went away with quick steps.

"Stocke! What is wrong with you?"

Stocke wanted to leave the room. But at the same time he didn't want him and Rosch to fight, not in a situation as difficult as this.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to argue with you. But seriously, there's nothing you should worry about. Please just... trust me."

He left then, in hopes he had been able to make at least some things right.