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.
The door
Hours later– on the hallway where the merry team of Laistair and the rest reunited– a green-haired boy lay there, surrounded by shadowed individuals.
"Alas, a failure. Ora11, take it away!"
"Another useless attempt,"
"Get the other embryos, place this among the disposables, and send down that batch to Narran."
The shadows warped and melded, their sounds incoherent, indescribable. Essence— unprecedented. They were everything, but real.
"Xecootta…"
A dark and gray silhouette appeared. The being lingered in the gap between reality and illusion. It was mixed with past and present… the passing now; the lost then.
"Xecotta, will be your name, and when on missions, F. R.E.D… Understood?"
"Yes, yes sir," answered a young, immature voice.