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.
A very suspicious person
Standing by a white-themed hallway, was Alistair, glancing at the scenery beyond these glasses. Observing, scanning all that existed. Be it the emerald trees, or the towering hills, and even the crystal hued lakes. Everything felt so… simple.
While watching, he lost focus. Like a robot, he stood. Time passed, he lingered.
Rows of patients came and left, clouds appeared and disappeared, the sun rose and fell.
Logically, none of these do not matter. One could call them, basic, an everyday phenomenon. But right now, after the near-death experience, nature, began to look so beautiful.
Though this feeling would likely leave him in another two weeks, it will be a good and nostalgic memory to recollect.
"I wish I had a Gameboy right now, 'cause I hate to admit, but… I am stupid bored." Alistair muttered indignantly after a few more hours.