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 start of What-Ifs
The wind seemed to howl as a veil of darkness obscured the land. Stars of many shapes glistened bright, an elliptical moon hanging above a city of lights.
In a warehouse that gradually lost its sound, two individuals – Amilia and Alistair – conversed above a heap of steel construction bars.
Their expressions were etched with anxiety, but Alistair had a calm light deep in his eyes. He was the one who discovered the topic first; therefore, he adapted already.
"Are they here already?" Amilia asked to confirm, and Alistair nodded.
"Yes, saw them walking across the street," Alistair sighed loudly, recollecting the events that happened during the trip outside, his meetup with the Beheaders.
"It was as clear as day," he said.
"But how dare they be so rampant in these parts!" Amilia nearly screamed in response, voice etched in shock. "Are they not afraid of death?"