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 madam, the burning man and the duo strode into a cave.
A white orb flickered endlessly in a dark, silent cave. It appeared. It disappeared. It appeared. It disappeared. This dance of light and darkness was a grand spectacle.
The light shifted into crimson flames the size of a pebble. It's fiery form performed countless maneuvers—spinning, swirling, and zipping.
An outsider might think of a honey bee as they witnessed its grace. Not like an inanimate object, but a creature filled with life. An existence blessed and nurtured by Mother Nature herself.
As the wisp's techniques became more proficient and explicit, its size also expanded.
Its growth burnt away the darkness. It was bright.
Its size suffocated the silence. It was loud.
Moments passed. Soon, the little flame, akin to a bee, like a wisp, and to a star… stopped. Now the entity hovered above two palms. It settled, dissipating into many little sparks.
At long last, it had returned to its master.
Home.
…
...
...