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.
Hello there
The moon lay on a bed of darkness, and blackened clouds drifted slowly past. Its silvery light illuminated a verdant lawn, reflecting on bronze insects scurrying through the grass.
A beetle with intricate design floated onto a red streak of crimson hair but was shooed away by a calloused hand.
"I hate those things," Revan said, lying on the ground for some reason.
"Oh, you hate everything with six legs," Penelope replied, resting by his side.
"I have a reason," Revan sighed. "Bad memories."
"You are no longer there. It's time to rest, honey."
"To me, it's like I am always there," Revan observed the flying insect. "Still swinging, still killing."
A shimmering light lined the beetle's wings, chipping a tiny part. For a moment, it lost balance before steadying itself.
"Because I know, I'll keep going. This, this is just a break."