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.
Kneel in front of the lord
The lake faded soon. The sun soared higher into the sky, azure veils—myriad clouds lurched by the sides.
Mild breezes flowed above Atrial, streets bustling, pedestrians sauntering to their various workplaces.
Market stands and stores opened, signboards hanging. Shoppers surged in gates.
The daily dance of life echoed through the busy streets.
A normal afternoon, a simple day.
"A strange world, filled with equally strange people." Tired, meagre breaths echoed. The everlasting cityscape mirrored in eyes.
"I'll never understand. Such odd dynamics are something beyond my pretence." Alistair snickered—laughters void of soul.
"How ironic: the imposed autonomy. A free man in chains."
"Gave me hope, a chance… Now, all I have is scrambles. What have I received but shattered pieces?"
Alistair gazed at his hands, then to the skies. "Am I to fix the broken? If yes… why am I hindered?"
Silence.