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.
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In some alley on an early morning, the team of Alistair met up, this time without Alistair. Their conversation seemed to revolve round and round without aim, smiles reflecting fake emotions, laughter bereft of heart and soul.
"It's good we are all together," Salin said coldly. "How very nice."
No one replied to her words, as if forbidden. None could bear to say the true answer.
Finally, someone decided to take a stand, and it was only after silent minutes of uncomfortable "hello's" and "training matters."
"Everything just feels so wrong… It feels weird," said Isaac, scanning. Alistair not being there killed something; a vital chain in the group.
"It's all these people's fault," Elina said with a pout. Her heart ached with pain, fingers trembling. A range of indescribable emotions lurked in her mind—imploding.