A blinding light floated in front of her. It was unbearable to look at; it was as if staring at the heart of the sun. It shone with the light of a thousand stars. Yet, she couldn't force herself to look away. She couldn't move. It consumed her vision while she did nothing. Her body refused to move. Nothing stirred.

A frigid blast smashed through the room causing her to shudder. It was worse than being thrown in the Loire River in the dead of winter. Feeling started to return. From numbness to needles, to stinging heat crept up through her body, the toes, legs torso, shoulder, arms, hands, neck, and head. It was as if her body were asleep and her mind awake.

Inhaling sharply, it felt like a warhorse stood on her chest while it dumped gallons of molten iron and rock into her lungs. A thousand daggers pierced her throat. Violet eyes dart around frantically. Trying to find something, anything besides this light.

The air was sharp and metallic. Full of harsh and horrid smells. It smelt unnatural and sour like chemical concoctions that doctors would create. The stench was such a foul and overwhelming odor that it seeped into her nose, burning a hole in her mind.

"Brain scans show activity. She's reacting to outside stimuli!" A booming voice commanded boomed over her, causing a ringing in her ears.

A loud buzzing sound filled the air, drowned out by a metallic beeping sound.

Two more lights popped on in front of her.

"You turned the implants on too soon!" An angry gruff voice said. "She is nowhere near ready."

"We were told to speed it up… The council said…"

"Council be damned!" The angry voice said, "This is my patient and your ancestor. You're jeopardizing the timeline!"

Short, shallow breaths seemed to steady out as her eyes looked around the bright light. Finally, her vision started to adjust as a metallic arm held three lights that were infinitely brighter than any candle she had seen.

She tried to open her mouth, only causing more sharp pain. Her breath hitched as her heart started to skip several painful beats. Then, realizing she felt… something, she tried to move it to see her arm. Her fingers felt fleshy, not her own. Sluggish.

Lifting the arm up she discovered her arm was covered in pale splotches of white skin next to raw red skin, laced together with stitches and staples. One of them came undone, feeling like an arrow had pierced her arm. Craning her back in pain, she realized she was lying on a flat metal board.

"Another sedative!"

Blood mixed with a syrupy orange goo pooled out and seeped down onto the table. Her vision started to clear when she noticed her arm was covered in these fleshy pale skin patches that crawled up her arm.

Lifting her neck, she could see several clear hoses with the very same orange substance while other tubes were filled with a blue liquid. Even a tube with what appeared to be blood, all going into her body.

"She already received a dose… another might…"

Her head rang as if someone struck a bell with a warhammer.

"She's gotten this far! Another dose won't kill her!" The voice barked back harshly.

Suddenly a strange numb sensation started creeping up the right side of her arm. It spread down her hand up her shoulder and into her head. The world began to swirl around and mix.

The last thing that two confused violet eyes remembered was a man wearing a strange white cap and a blue mask over his face.

Another person hung over her version, wearing the same white cap and blue mask. This person had violet eyes. "You're going to be alright, Jeanne." A familiar concerned voice said. "I'll make sure of it."

"Just close your eyes." The gentle voice encouraged.

That sounded like a good idea.

The bright lights started to dim and flicker as all-encompassing darkness consumed her vision. The heat and fire felt were instantly extinguished. Surrendering herself to the calm coolness, she closed her eyes and embraced the darkness.

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Two groggy eyes opened at the sound of birds chirping. Gasping for air, she felt a cool brisk air soothe her throat, feeling the air rush into her lungs. The young girl looked around. She found herself in a small stone cottage.

Looking down, she was in a bed with a fur blanket over her lap. She could see she was wearing a loose-fitting nightgown. Looking down her arm, she barely noticed an ever so faint discoloration in her arms. Pale blotches spread throughout her arm, with some barely visible scars that crisscrossed. On a chair, she spotted a perfect suite of pristine armor and a white banner. She could barely guess why she smiled.

A tightness filled her chest. Growing into a knot

Her heart skipped a beat. Several beats. They seemed very familiar but she just couldn't recall where she'd seen those items before.

They were oh so familiar yet different. A smooth piece of armor that glistened with the sunlight with fresh leather padding embedded inside. Pauldrons, arm guards, greaves, and even boots. All streamlined, slim. Blue dyed fabric that delighted the eye.

Lifting her arm up, she noticed something off. It was worn and tired, weighed down by exhaustion and dull aches. Did she carry a warhorse or something? Why did everything ache? Tapping her chest several times, her heart regained its normal rhythm; steadying her breath, her heart calmed.

She placed her feet on the wooden floor, noticing how cold it was, frigid to the touch. It was actually refreshing. Pushing herself up, her knees gave out, falling to the ground with a loud thud. "Ooof!"

Undaunted, she bit her lip and crawled up the bed. Realizing her sense of balance, or lack thereof, she steadied herself and leaned on the bed as she hesitantly took several steps forward. Was she walking on stilts? One last major obstacle, the distance between bed and table.

With a push, she caught herself on the opposite table. Straightening up, she looked down at the set of armor. It was pristine steel armor with violet trimming. It had a golden fleur de lis around its shoulders. On the front was a crest. A blue shield with a sword pointing upward and a crown resting on top with a fleur de lis. Resting her hand on the plate, she picked it up and was surprised by its lack of weight.

"I hereby grant you the title of knight and lord of France. From henceforth all children born from the male and female bloodline will be of noble blood!" A confident voice proclaimed in her mind. A picture of a young man with a golden crown resting upon his head.

"Jeanne d'Arc," she whispered.

Looking towards the banner, she could see the pristine flag. On it was a man who sat on a throne on top of the earth and beside his throne a beautiful woman. She saw two names on it "Jhesus… Maria…"

"I condemn you as a heretic! Civil authorities! Do your duty!" She heard an angry voice burst in anger. Two angry men clad in red uniforms dragged her up a wooden platform and bound her to a wooden pole. They wrapped heavy iron chains around her as the crowd jeered at her, throwing rotten vegetables and rocks at her.

She fell to the ground, bringing her hands up to her ears, trying to drown out the taunts and jeers. "Heretic! Heretic!" They shouted, shaking their fists out at her. Shutting her eyes tightly, the only thing she could see was the crowd. There was escaping the volume as they boomed in her mind.

She shook her head. "No..no..no…" She whispered with a strained voice. The shouts filled her mind. They mocked her and shouted at her. "I…" She fell to the ground, curling up into a ball, rocking back and forth.

They didn't relent. They kept up their assault with a new intensity. Throwing vegetables, pebbles and rocks.

"No… no…" She shook her head violently as she rocked back and forth.

Violet eyes widened as a smoldering smoke crept up, then tongues fire which turned into an inferno. The heat increased and became more intense as she tried to struggle from the flames. The air became hot to the point she tried to hold her breath. It was too hot to breathe as her heart skipped several beats.

Until it just stopped.

Her legs gave out as she crashed to the ground, falling unconscious with a heavy thud.

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"You heretic!"

"HERETIC!"

"HERETIC!"

The men shouted down at her from their high chairs. "You defile our church!" They pointed and shouted at her.

"HERETIC!"

"HERETIC!"

Why were they shouting at her? She did nothing wrong. She defended that man on the crown, didn't she? That young man needed help, didn't he?

"HERETIC!" One man slapped her.

"People needed help. Aren't you supposed to help others?"

"HERETIC!" Another struck her.

"HERETIC!" One slashed her with a knife.

Soon enough, the men came off their high chairs and started to beat, slash and stab at her.

"Jeanne the Heretic!"

"Jeanne the Heretic!"

"Jeanne!"

"JEANNE!"

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Two violet eyes shot open. Wiping away the haze in her eyes, the blurry fog faded away to reveal a woman that looked rather familiar. The older woman had violet eyes just like her own. The same blonde hair, same violet eyes, though a little red as if the woman was crying just like her, same dimples. Looked very familiar, like a spitting image. Jeanne didn't like seeing this woman upset.

It just didn't sit well.

"Oh thank the good Lord!" The woman said with a sigh of relief. Being pulled into the arms of the woman, she felt the steady heartbeat of the woman that held her.

Jeanne propped herself up on her elbows, looking at the older woman. "Isabella, you may want to give her some… space…"

The woman looked away with a look of anger. "This is my daughter who I thought was dead for three years! And you're telling me not to hold my daughter!? Hold your tongue!"

Stirring slightly, Jeanne sat up more, still in the arms in the woman, "You're….." Her throat choked up. She said daughter. Then that meant this was her… mother? It made sense, she looked like a spitting image of her, if not a little older.

"Save your strength." The same perky voice said from the corner of the room. Her gaze went to the corner of the room where the young girl sat. The stranger had long pink hair braided into a ponytail that went down her to her waist. She hopped off the window sill, her smile quickly fading with a concerned look. She grabbed a kettle that was hanging from the fire.

Standing up, Jeanne could see how this stranger's armor differed. Having metal pauldrons, and metal gorget, the rest of the cuirass was of leather with metal studs that sported a lion. Her white cloak fell to the ground revealing the same lion on her armor. The stranger poured her a mug of this red velvety drink of sweet berries.

"Take this." She offered the mug to Jeanne.

Hesitantly reaching up, she took the mug "Sip! Don't gulp!" This newcomer added excitedly, "I made that mistake." She admitted with some embarrassment and rose-red cheeks.

Looking into the mug, was a warm smell with a hint of peach. Taking a sip, it soothed Jeanne's hoarse throat. "Dear Jeanne, please speak. I've been waiting oh so long to hear your voice."

Looking into those pleading eyes, how could she say no?

"Mother." A single word was croaked out in a silent whisper. It was a coarse and dry word, like a hair shirt wrapped around her throat. The voice felt unnatural, different.

Immediately, Isabella wrapped her arms around her arms. "By the grace of God. I thought you were lost to us! I heard about that…. Farce of a trial…"

Her squeeze felt sharp. It was like being suffocated. Every touch, every sensation was strong, nearly overpowering! "Mo-" She tried to croak out again in duress.

The young woman insisted. "She is far too weak right now."

"Astolfo. Please. She just arrived! She just woke up!"

Jeanne raised an eyebrow, a bit unsure what was going on.

"I know, but the English could be here any minute."

English. That sounded familiar. Very familiar. A feeling of bitterness sat in her stomach, stewing in her belly. Why did that word cause this cold-dread

Seeing Jeanne's surprise, Astolfo rummaged in her pocket. "I know you're a bit confused, and I was debating if I should have placed this on before, but I wanted you to rest. Yet… I don't think we have enough time. Do you remember who you are?"

Passing and going. Jeanne. That's all she could recall. She knew that people were mad at her. She shook her head, "Not… really…"

Astolfo pulled out a steel triangular object. Scanning it revealed that this triangular… thing was etched with three triangles pointing upward, with one upside-down triangle pointing down. Pushing back her pink hair, the same triangle rested slightly above her ear.

"What is that?" Isabella asked with a hint of suspicion.

Astolfo sat on the edge of the bed, "This will help reconnect Jeanne with some of her memories." The knight turned to Jeanne, "Would you like that, Jeanne?"

Jeanne hesitated. Her memories were foggy at best. It was a flash of images, of people and places. People she had known. People she loved dearly. She knew these people. She knew that she knew them. Yet she couldn't make sense of everything.

"Why didn't you do this earlier?" Her mother protested in a sharp scowl.

"Well… the experience isn't pleasant. It can be very overwhelming." Astolfo looked down at this strange device in her hand. "It could easily kill her..."

"No! My daughter has been through en-"

"Yes." Jeanne whispered in a coarse voice, "I want it." Her hands grabbed the quilts that were on top of her.

"Jeanne…"

"Are you sure…?" Astolfo warned, "You're also going to be getting into other stuff.. A lot of stuff… Like… a lot a lot." The woman frowned, "Are you sure?"

Jeanne nodded. She didn't care what it meant. All that mattered was that these images make sense to her.

Astolfo nodded grimly. Leaning forward, she pressed the device up against her temple. A sharp pain bored into her head as if someone shoved an arrow into her mind. Blood started trickling down. An intense ringing sound filled her ears as her head and mind started to pound. A faint blue light filled her vision. Everything was colored with this blueish tint. She could see a very faint blue light glow around Astolfo, barely perceivable, yet it outlined her entire figure.

A barrage of images filled her mind. Locations that she knew. Names stuck to places and images. Instantly being replayed before as if she were there, reliving it within a blink of her mind. Growing up in Domremy. Traveling Vacuolouier, Arriving in Chinon, College of Poitiers, The Siege of Orleans, the Campaign in the Loire Valley, Crowning at Reims, Siege of Paris, Capture at Compiegne, Trial at Rouen. Her execution.

Her execution.

The fire. The all-consuming fire filled her vision.

"Nonononono!" Jeanne shook violently. The feeling of heat washed over her all over again. "No!" She cried out weakly, "Put out the fire! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" She sobbed uncontrollably as she started to thrash violently on the bed, kicking and screaming as tears ran down her cheeks, "Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop!"

"Hold her down!" Astolfo ordered. Suddenly she saw herself down on the bed as everything moved away. Her mind was moving further and further away. Soaring through the sky, she entered the void beyond the sky. There she could see the earth. How it slowly changed and morphed from a green planet to a desert world, to a gray metallic place. She saw things she couldn't understand.

"Take it off of her!" Her mouth pleaded, "It's killing her."

"If I do, she will die." Astolfo countered.

Armies of soldiers swept through, riding on top of large metal boxes with cannons mounted on them. Flying machines, as if they had stiff bird wings made out of sheets of metal spraying each other with lights. A strange metal tower with a boat ascended into space. She saw the rise and fall of civilizations over and over occur. Large explosions towered over the tallest towers of Paris, rising up in a mushroom-like cloud as everything was consumed in fire and death. Fires and explosions, plants and animals dying with black clouds. Ash and cinders fell from the sky and In the blink of an eye, life was snuffed out. Countless lives are gone. Disease, plague, and suffering on an unbearable scale.

The lights, the sounds, the literal encompassing expanse were too much. She tightened up, gasping for air as the ash poured down on her face, into her eyes and mouth, suffocating her.

She fell limp on the bed with no breath or heartbeat.

Chapter 1: The Angevin Restoration

On September 30, 1431, three months after the death of the traitor, Joan of Arc, young Henry VI had passed away. A civil war broke out between the duke of Lancaster, Henry VI's successor, and the boy's regent in France, Lord Bedford.

Capitalizing on this, the treacherous false king Charles VII launched a major offensive, recapturing Paris and Rouen. Seizing the city of Rouen, and with most possible haste, investigated the inquisition trial of Joan of Arc, the "king" had the trial declared null and void with the "support" of the Church.

These series of events caused the lords of England to revolt and rebel against their king, leading to the death of young Henry. Yet a new claimant to the English and French throne arose. Thomas Brandywine, with the support of the northern lords, captured London and quickly executed the Duke of Lancaster and his entire family to secure the loyalty of the newly appointed Northern Lords who were rewarded the rich lands of Southern England. Led by a young and promising general, the Red Dragon, Thomas reconquered the major port city of Calais and Caen. With dreadful efficiency, the Red Dragon purged the last dissenters to Thomas Brandywine was the sole member of the royal bloodline.

It was December 25, 1431 that Thomas Brandywine was proclaimed King Thomas I of the restored Angevin Empire. The following days, with his trusted general, King Thomas planned a massive offensive to regain the lost territories and to punish the French monarchy for daring to encroach on Angevin land. People adored the young and handsome king for his wit and charming personality. Moreso, they adored for the fact he brought peace to a quick and brutal English civil war that threatened England's mainland territories.

Let's review!

Who was the Red Dragon?

What marks the official restoration of the Angevin Empire?

Why did the common people love King Thomas?

- Excerpt from the Echoes of the Past History Textbook

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A/N

Hello dear readers!

If you have been following me for a while, well, I'm glad to see you here! My heart beams! I wish to extend my thanks and appreciation. If you are new… well welcome!

So I've been thinking about this idea. I've been bouncing this idea back with my beta-reader/editor Miss AtomicBomb (check her out! She has solid stuff! Seriously, I kinda fell in love with SAWB of all things… I know I know… I'm a sap)

But let's get to the nitty gritty. This idea has been bounced off back and forth with a few iterations. I wasn't really satisfied with how it came out.

When I met my editor and I bounced ideas off of her, well this is the result. I think about 1 ½ years worth of writing. Easily over 50 chapters writtens Over three hundred pages, numerous hours of joy, heartache, pain, anger, frustration.

It was wild and I enjoyed it. I also have an interlude (finished) and a second arc started. To say there is a backlog is not even remotely close.

But back to this story. This is a time travel fic, there are elements of faith (heavily faith inspired too) just because of the nature of St. Jeanne, her stories, testimonies and just because she's awesome. There will be three other arcs. Yes! This is for the long whole. Astolfo is a girl, Imma just flat out say it, no shame.

Upload schedule biweekly (hopefully)

My thanks goes out to Saint Jeanne d'Arc and St. Therese of Lisieux, I hope it makes the both of you smile. Miss Atomicbomb for helping me through all of the ups and downs wouldn't be possible without your encouragement, editing, and ideas. Archer1eye for agreeing to upload the story on my account in my absence, and you my dear readers.

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LordxSauron