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.
We hunt rats
As morning dawned, Alistair could be seen snoring heavily. He rested on a white bed; its comfy leather was softer than feathers. His body wanted to stay there forever, rejecting the issues of life and accepting the allure of dreams.
However, his brain had other plans. The mental space molded those lovely dreams into nightmares. Images of a giant rat formed in his mind's eye, feasting on human meat and gnawing upon fresh bones. Crack, creak, crunch – its teeth chimed endlessly.
This surreal picture made Alistair's expression distort. The bed's folds now felt so suffocating and vile. He struggled to move but immediately stopped... something happened.
The rat glanced in his direction; its red eyes gleamed with calculated cruelty. Alistair dared not move. He wished it would just leave, be gone.
But it did not leave. Instead, a bloody body was dropped. New food needed to be acquired.
'No,' Alistair thought as that thing crawled towards him.