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 flames of inevitable change
Alistair's expression morphed continuously as he listened to Alfred's explanation. His mind was unable to accept the words delivered.
"She's doing it for me?" Alistair asked, his eyes darting about the room. The answer to his question, he undoubtedly knew. Yet, his denial fought with clear logic.
The dangers of Old Ethêric were known to him; it was a powerful and dangerous force, yet destructive and volatile. The art's horror stories were abundant enough to fill an entire archive.
Now oh-so-lovely mother planned to practice those abandoned methods again. Ok, how could he reasonably accept this?
And upon hearing Alistair's hostile inquiry, Alfred stuttered out the words: "I don't know."
The boy played the role of an observer wonderfully, as he was but a bystander to the entire situation. Even at this moment, he stood quietly as he watched Alistair clench his chest in unstoppable pain.