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.
Wake up, the darkness does not welcome you.
Darkness, pure bleak… darkness. Abysmal and unending, eerie but yet, simple.
Like a turned-off tv, a starless night, the blackness of a person's eyes: all these explained it, but none of them caught the levity–the strangeness. The feeling of being alone in a room, but the unending feeling of being watched, stalked.
That creepiness.
Then, all of a sudden, a bright flash of light shone in this bleakness. Yet, it didn't bring any feelings of relief, or of joy.
Instead, an unknown absurdity accompanied the glare, and when it shrunk, collapsing like a dying star, a black and white tv screen appeared. Glitching and cracking, broken and torn.
Then came a distorted image, although wavy and dim–as bad as videos could possibly get–any person with a discerning eye could glimpse at what appeared.
A disaster sight, a place of ruin and debris, of unending white mists and unnatural lights.