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.
Ritualistic
Alistair observed a streaming gale, the whites that swam down the secluded routes.
It was cold, like his heart—unfeeling.
'What had he done?'
He sighed. "Any moment."
Alistair waited and lingered, and soon paced. His heart was shaken; each finger trembled and shivered. His breath, like cement, crammed his lungs.
It was soon, surely.
His ears twitched. An ache spread, a cramp like a knife stabbed into his cornea and twisted before shredding the organ.
"Bait hooked." He donned a cat mask. 'I hope my next plans go as smoothly.'
His sword escaped the scabbard.
"Line!"
A beam arose... a pillar had pierced the sky and loomed at far borders, and further.
And there were no more clouds.
"Don't die, Taybi."