In the silence of my chambers, I often find solace in the company of my armor. It is a familiar comfort, a reminder of the trials I face and the burdens I carry...

The voices of the damned still haunt me, their cries echoing in the darkness of my soul. I have heard the whispers of the enemy, the treacherous English who see...

The screams of the damned still echo in my mind, a haunting reminder of the true power that courses through my veins. The villagers of Domremy thought me a mere...

The village of Domremy, where my childhood was forged in the fire of fanaticism. They would have you believe that I was a naive, pious child, but the truth is f...

The Church would have you believe that my visions were pure, that I was a mere vessel for the divine. But the truth, my dear, is far more complicated. I recall ...

I often think back to those days, my visions, my prophecies, the blood, the sweat, the tears. The Church would have you believe I was a pure, chaste, and virtuo...