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 wave, the water, the woman-- the world.
Destruction. Burning smoke rose to the sky. Flickering embers danced around rubbles and debris. Beams and vehicles melted into the blackened soil. Years of work, destroyed, desecrated, and stained by vile hands.
It was cruel; it was unjust, but nothing could be done.
However, not everyone had the same thoughts. A few meters away, a glowing gold humanoid figure stepped into the ruins while shrouded by smoke. The steps were filled with vengeance and malice.
Revenge surrounded this figure, hate masked their face, and the pursuit to do evil pursued its steps.
The figure stopped. Eyes scanned the lands, moving like a machine, for he was powered by anger.
Legs knelt.
Hands moved down and picked up ashes before letting them soar to the sky, under the blankets of the night, amd the light of the moon. And the person watched.
Then the figure said: "I have failed my duty, broken my oath, and hurt my benefactor. "