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.
It seems to have started
"GooG 10… starting… harvesting… harvesting… Error, 11: starting. Error… source… missing… Error… retrieve… S O U R C E…"
Unnatural voices screeched from cracked, decrepit monoliths, while their noises altered the foundations, the stairs, the Stalactites, and even the floors themselves.
The cave shifted akin to a Rubix cube: rightwards, leftwards, upwards, downwards, and random-wards—it was the embodiment of pure, unpredictable chaos.
And in this perpetual maze of chaos and disarray, a boy awoke from the deepest slumber–Alistair.
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"What… happened… Oh Lord, God, Satan. My fucking… head, gah," Alistair chanted profanities as he touched his bloody forehead. Cut upon cut riddled it. Pain upon pain struck his soul.
He'd cursed countless times before the agony stopped. And when it did, he whispered a quiet: 'Thank Go–Aether,'