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 planner makes a plan to kill all plans.
"Oh, the sounds. Didn't you hear them? They're the reason I woke up because they were so loud, strong… disordered." Alistair paused for a while. Shortly after, his eyes lost focus, and the view in front of him became blurry, disordered.
Eltic noticed and snapped his fingers next to Alistair's face, and like clockwork, the boy regained semblance.
"You there, don't lose focus yet. We got a job to do. A long one."
"We?" Alistair asked, confused. The urge to scratch the back of his head came over him. "Excuse me but who's we? I'm just a kid you stupid — Uncle, so please, kindly send me off to the nearest shelter or something."
"What, why?" Eltic had a shocked expression. Don't children like Alistair want to be all mature and grown up? So what the hell was this?
Alistair scoffed and answered. "Because I am too weak. If I were to follow you, the best I could do is act as a hostage for the enemies."