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.
The wind tells tales of trife
As the garden's trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling as they hovered above the verdant grass, Penelope observed this natural scene through tinted window shades. Her blue eyes glinted under the dawning sun.
Turning her gaze toward Alistair, who lay on the bed, his emotions most likely contemplative, she sighed audibly. "I so wish everything could always be this peaceful, but sadly, that's not the case."
The reply she heard was a low, sounding scoff, which came with an ever-harsher reply: "Was it really necessary? Your well-being for some momentary safety?"
"I am not too sure of that myself," she said while meandering around the room, caressing the organized pieces of furniture. "But we never really have a choice in these cases."
"You have one; you just choose to ignore it."