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.
Leave my mind
Through a clear glass window, an eye overlooked a myriad of clouds wafting across a calm, white sky.
The slow and steady beats of nature, a sight undisturbed by man's hands, and an azure blue so ethereal – nature stood unsurpassed.
Such a scenery caused a tranquil sensation to wash over the on-looker, while the glass's reflection revealed it to be none other than… Alistair.
His mask hung cleanly by his face's sides as the room was empty, isolated beyond measure. Alistair had also locked the door, well-equipped to maintain his freedom and enjoy it.
"These recent events are taking a toll on me. The need to survive has me killing people so malevolently," Alistair said to himself, but he expected a reaction still, a passing thought maybe.
'It is to live,' appeared as the quick reply, and it was so accurate, concise, and impactful. He hated that.