《The Neuroalchemist (A "Songs of the Ancients" Short Story)》Ø. The Land of Eldria
Advertisement
It began, then it ended. It ended to begin once anew. There was no other world than it. A world of new beginnings, and only beginnings. No wonder nobody came close to its truth. It truly was an Enigma.
Such were things in the land of Eldria, a land that was once beautiful and filled with wonders that crossed one's simplistic mentality; a land of unity and prosperity. That was until humans came into existence millennia ago. At first, their existence brought the vacant land life, they built upon it and formed what came to be known as civilizations and societies. No matter how one would look at it then, they were improving and forging the world ahead, bit by bit. It would have been preposterous to think they were poisoning the land. Certainly, there were wars that they constructed, but it was all in the name of keeping the peace. "Pax in Bello," or so the many monarchs that ravaged the land believed, they believed that war was natural to humans, they are innate to conflict. It was a desire they could not resist, a desire in their blood. And so peace in war was to be the only solution — a solution to fool themselves into thinking they were righteous.
Then came the industrial age, a turning point in the human world, where the structure of society and civilization itself altered, be it for better or worse. And with that new age, a newfound discovery called "technology" was brought to the world. It was the new age of miracles, people started to believe that the impossible was to become possible. Although, that was only but the general belief. The technology was nothing but fancy looks and no real substance underneath, it was tied to a chain by the concepts of logic and the natural limitations of the world's physics. But that didn't stop those with the knowledge to keep on advancing forward.
Advertisement
Humans kept on moving forward in the name of evolution, but they were only bringing demise upon themselves, not knowing that nature had a life of itself, that it was wholly opposed to their "evolution." When the time of realization came forward, the humans could only question why, why were they facing extinction? It was only the natural reaction of their actions. The world, the universe, was built with its laws and restrictions. And humans walked on the thin line that held all that, with extreme caution, but when curiosity came, they ran.
However, humans could not stop there. Naturally, when one would learn of terrible things to come, they would immediately seek to fix it. But what if they were the problem in the first place, what then? Well, fear not, they only need to sit and watch the world, nature, punish them for their actions. Yet, no one would like that result, and so the humans seek for a solution is the logical explanation. They believed they could reverse the effect, that they could save themselves from eternal fire, but that only led to eternal frost.
And so the Black Frost happened, the incident that shattered the world and its dimensional planes entirely. Ice with fire, fire with ice; the living with the dead, and the dead with the living. Here, one would question: the living still existed? Of course. In every catastrophe, there are always survivors, or at least one; one to tell the story of what happened, and to continue on telling of what comes next.
Societies fell, civilizations vanished, cities demolished, but life continued... and corruption lurked in the shadows again.
***
With corruption lurking again, the world fell into chaos, and from that chaos, the unspeakable was created. Fantasy and science merged together to create the fantastical "Neuroalchemy," abilities born from the mind, and the terrifying "Necroalchemy," abilities that were born from absolute chaos and death — otherwise known as "Magik."
Advertisement
There was a time when magik was but a fairy tale told to children to flatter them with wonder and fantasy. No one at the time could have thought that when their world ended, the world of fantasies started. At first, ignorance blinded the old era, making them claim that magik was not to be touched, that it was a curse, black sorcery that defies God — it was true. But then came the new monarchs of the world, ushering the old world into a new era flourished with wonders of magik. It was time for a change, they believed.
However, where magik traveled to spread miracles; it traveled to spread chaos.
Nothing remains as it is. That was the sole reason for why humans shouldn't fiddle with things they desired, yet did not understand. For while there were most, special mages and sorceresses that had the innate ability to use magik, who believed in the good of magik — and even simplified it for the commoners as neuroalchemy — there were some, who desired nothing but chaos in exchange for unspeakable power.
Those shameful and vile individuals were often referred to as witches and necromancers, they differed, not in power from the normal mages and sorceresses, but in their intentions and desires. While mages and sorceresses formed lodges and courts within societies and churches to contain the balance, the necromancers and witches spread their chaos through crazed cults, who were tricked into believing they followed the will of God.
As time passed, and generations died, the perception of magik became distorted. People went back into fearing it, they didn't trust it, whether it came from good or bad. To the common folk, anything related to magik was cursed, that was what they were taught after the Great War. Evil outmaneuvered good, that nothing was what it seemed.
With the emergence of kingdoms and empires once again, ethnic crusades were carried out to wipe magik off the planet, and to restore the world to its former glory, a world ruled by technology, not by illusions and tricks. And for once, most of humanity agreed upon one thing, the hatred of magik.
In spite of all that, as those who possessed magik lessened in numbers, those ill-desired to possess more magik power rose. And thus, magik truly became nothing but "Black Art."
Advertisement
- In Serial195 Chapters
The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King
In a rotted away castle, Ashta awoke as a Demon King. With his ‘wisdom from a past life,’ he would rule over his lands as a thorough ‘realist.’ “Demon King, why are you attacking the level 1 Heroes?” “Defeat them before they become stronger. That is called strategy.” “Demon King, why are you sending fake money to the enemy country?” “To bring chaos to their economy so they will self-destruct.” “The werewolf troops have attacked. Should we use silver bullets?” “Not bullets, shoot them with canons.” And like that, Ashta ‘reformed’ the old tendencies. He became a lord who was loved by the people and his subordinates and would go on to be called the most powerful Demon King in history.
8 839 - In Serial16 Chapters
Keter
They called him "Keter"; The Top-Most; The Crown. An unsurpassable, unstoppable, unkillable soldier. Etched with a twisted set of morals and studded by an impossible drive for lachesism, Keter terrorized the world for ages. But time, you see, is a most patient thing. As sure as it gives, so does it take. Even the Crown saw the eternal spindle drawing on him. He blinked, for the last time, and saw a world anew. Synopsis. So, basically, I’ve gotten tired of all these stale mcs that keep popping up left right and center. Either they are painstakingly good-natured or horribly written ‘evil’ characters. So, here’s my take on the concept of a Villain. Someone ruthless, cunning, and not shy of seeking darker means to an end. Hell, as long as it’s effective, he’ll prefer the blacker side of business. The new world will be, like many others, one in a medieval-type setting with traces of magic and the like; though I hope to make better use of this than most others who simply steal ideas from classical novels or other sources.
8 281 - In Serial9 Chapters
My Life as a Dragon's Assistant
Sealed away in the back of a remote church, he was raised to be the offering. Every few generations, the dragon required an assistant. He wasn't ready.
8 79 - In Serial13 Chapters
Demon Slayer: The Kamado Legacy
The story follows Hiroto Kamado, a young boy who becomes a demon slayer following the slaughter of his entire family by the lord of demons, except for his little sister and brother Tanjiro and Nezuko. Nezuko, however, was turned into a demon herself. Hiroto, alongside his younger brother Tanjiro, vows to find a cure to save and turn Nezuko back into a Human and find whoever was responsible for the death of his family.
8 210 - In Serial43 Chapters
King of the Moon (Book 2)
Sequel to "Queen of the Sun". ♦ ♦ ♦ River's heart flows to another universe, to another dimension. Yet her newfound magic can be dodgy and she doesn't fully understand the mechanics of it. On top of that, right where her magic fizzles out and comes up short, the unexpected comes along in the form of an exiled prince whose stubborness won't allow her to go back to her sun universe where she succeeded as behagthi. This adventure will test her newfound self-worth, and the eternal bonds that may or may not bridge through universes. ♦ ♦
8 176 - In Serial42 Chapters
The Lone Prospect
New rules. New girl. New home. Ex-military and werewolf, Gideon Vonrothe is looking for a place to belong. His first and last hope for a pack to call his own is the Heaven’s Heathen’s Motorcycle Club. Being the new prospect isn’t going to be easy. Rebels with a cause, the members of the Heaven’s Heathens motorcycle club regularly risk life and limb to rescue those in need, all to protect their greatest secret, that they’re all werewolves. Now a new member has petitioned to join the pack… The Heaven’s Heathens are supposed to be a big bad motorcycle club, a brethren of tough as nails hard asses. Formed out of necessity after the Cascading War, the Heaven’s Heathens have the reputation of being the toughest sons of bitches in Colorado. Their membership filled with those that have little use for society’s rules and pay lip service to laws outside their own. Insular and hierarchal, a new member can throw off the entire group. And they’re Gideon VonRothe’s last hope for a life that feels familiar or else he’s resigned to go back to the family farm. He doesn’t know anything about the Heathens, or motorcycle clubs. He doesn’t even own a motorcycle. An outsider, ex-military and unsuspecting sucker, Gideon is the latest victim of the Club’s brotherhood appeal. Vice President Savannah Barker knows better. The Club is a bunch of party loving, thrill seeking adrenaline junkies with a nose for mischief. Their idea of playing hard is a good brawl and involves the words trigger happy lunatics. Her Grandfather, Brand, President of the Club is the worst of the lot. It’s the officers’ jobs to keep the rest of the world from find out that they’re more than a group that loves motorcycles and explosions. They’re werewolves. The Club is the pack and the pack is a family with siblings that squabble. Their outlet is Heaven Has Mercy, private security for hire. No wars. No assassinations. Before the new prospect can change the rankings, Brand sends the ignorant Gideon on a rescue mission under the supervision of Savannah and her team. Soon the bets are flying on if Gideon has what it takes and how long this lone prospect is going to last. The routine snag and drag turns complicated when it turns out the client lied, and an attack on their home turf makes some believe that the new Prospect is involved. The Heathen’s have a responsibility to the man they rescued and their reputation is on the line. Is this a new beginning or the beginning of the end for the Heaven’s Heathens?
8 177

