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.
Love, it's so cruel
"No, Revan, no!" This voice echoed through a grand and dimly lit mansion; it was filled with remorse and a tinge of hate.
Inside the sprawling, centuries-old complex, a certain news stunned Penelope and led to her outburst.
She paced restlessly around the room, her gaze shifting through a whirlwind of emotions—worry, guilt, and piercing pain. Revan, her husband, tried to calm her down, but how could she mellow?
"Just let me go. I want to go have a simple talk with Amias, and the rest of those monkeys," Penelope said with a squeezed smile, gesturing to the door that Revan blocked. "May I, honey?"
"Absolutely... not!" the man rejected firmly, not giving her any chances of negotiation.
Hearing his words, Penelope's smile contracted into a deep frown. "No? Why are you preventing me from hurting the waste scheming against our child!?"
"I am not preventing that—"