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.
Aether’s heart
Alistair peered at a cloud, separated from its billow by miles and lands. Possibly, a fleeting gale could restore its rift, or just death, the change of life, could allow the bare pieces to unite.
They might be reborn as seawater coursing in endless blues, or as stray vapour hovering over a marsh, or live as mud still and silent within in an endless depthless mire.
"Too many mistakes in this short life, way too many mistakes." He rasped and touched the glass. "Less time to learn, just chances to rectify the errors."
He closed the windows, bolted the locks, and swiped the blinds. The room lost light. A scented candle illuminated.
"Destroy what creates mistakes." Alistair marched to a shelf, searching and tousling before gripping a book. "And leave no regrets."
He sat and scoured the pages; written on the first line was a name in italics... Ragnör, the Man-eater.