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.
Who is wrong?
A ray phased through buildings, the structures. Winds curved sharply, wavy and distorted.
Slicing spread… echoed. Nails on a chalkboard. Objects soared as lights drifted by.
Coiling glares shot forth. The sky blazed cyan.
It ascended to the clouds, lone. A trail carved. Energies rose to monumental proportions.
Particles seeped. The clouds tore apart. Ethereal blues glitched.
An entity descended. Deformed was the figure hidden in blurs. Eyes stretched to abnormal lengths.
"... Yanza."
Teeth displayed; whites streaked in saliva-wreathed snarls. An open mouth roared.
"YANZAAA!"
The trail landed; an explosion arose. Tiles became ash—drifting. Foundations returned to dust. Glass sailed as sand. A haze shrouded the building's top.
Steps echoed, loudly. A thin silhouette shone, tipped over; black eyes searching.