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 meaning of growth
Pain is sensors, an illusion formed by mind. The smokes and mirrors of survival burnt to genes.
Yet is not to be revered, or abandoned. It must be surpassed and transcended, growth is living amidst pain and pushing through.
Life is pain.
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Beneath cold air, a room of white and black, Alistair was sitting opposite Selene.
He also analyzed the contents of the map, and documents depicting recent cannibalistic crimes.
"These bitemarks… they're larger. Larger than normal. Not even tigers can be this gruesome." Alistair absentmindedly commented, hands scratching his chin.
Selene nodded. "Its recent kill was a child and grandma. No news came after that."
"No news." Alistair snorted. "Or someone is hiding the news." He eyed the post-mortem photographs closer; it changed each time—more gruesome and weird.