Arcanist Tales
“The tale never ends, until a hero conquers the demons. May science and will prevail.” *** Alistair Neon Percival. The True Apostle of the Luminiferous Aêther, The Reckless, The Defender of all Beings, Self proclaimed king of emotional blackmail, Reborn in the year 1980 NC. His goal? To be the strongest and attain all magical, scientific, and economical knowledge in the world! However, with the flames of war staining the vast world, soldiers bidding their family farewell, and kingdoms of the realm butting heads to see who has the biggest stick. Institutions on the rise, large and small, each competing for benefits while experimenting on the common populace in the name of science. This is the tales of the Alistair, the practitioner of all things Arcane and most especially. The Apostle Of Aether. Note: contains strong themes of violence, real world knowledge, and slightly opinionated narration.
I have heart, so I must follow it.
Blocking the moon's light, a figure rode on pitch-black chains. Grating sounds of metal chimed as dark miasma descended.
Such scenes reflected in Amilia's eyes, and she declared,
"You have been too flashy recently," she scoffed. "Taros, you're here to battle, not to participate in circus acts."
The chain array divided, and Taros marched forth in slow strides.
"Dear little Amilia, your way of speaking is very rude," he said, overlooking the street from above. "How have you survived to this level with this kind of arrogance? The Aêther favors you quite well.
"Favor. Jealous perhaps?"
"No, just peeved that a stupid wreck has lived so long. A traitor with fickle allegiance and ideals."
"I betrayed those ideals the longer I stayed as one of you. Antonio's dogs."
Taros' eyes narrowed, intent to murder rising within. "Then stay forever in a casket for this false world you chase."