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.
Æscerbated
A lovely scene transpired in an empty, dim room, illuminated by the lone light flickering in through the window.
A blind old lady stood before a figure hidden in the shadows, curled up in a fetal position. Her face shifted to a smile as she stepped closer to the individual – her grandson.
"Little one, what's wrong?" she asked while leaning forward, closer.
"Go away," her grandson cried, and his sobs echoed through the room. "Give me dad back, where is dad?"
"Dad… will come home soon. He's just running late, dear."
"Yo – you said that yesterday. Granny, be honest. Is my dad gone, like mother?"
The lady kept silent. Her breath became disordered. Those eyes seemed to water, tears barely suppressed within. With care, the woman stepped closer to her grandson, leaving the light, and calmly entering the dark.
Ahead lay the child, a dark round spot. Visually impaired eyes blurred the sight, but she felt something amiss, a gloom unlike any other.