13 years in the furture, the world makes life seem easier but the nature of the body is wanting different,people arent the same...they crave the simple tides of technology and forget about the things that matter the most.
There was a man.A man who could see the humanity of all who deemed an easier way....a more easier way.He heard of a person that people saw as a devil, a man who was heartless and careless.Who didnt look for a lifeless story.Then one day he realized the person that was talked about was just the simple living organism that stared at him when he looked at a mirror.The devil that they say was him...Arcane.
Arcane was the man who was hearing of himself and people hated him.He lived in a forest watching bright lights upon the city.Arcane wished that the war wasnt won.The war is a long long story that Arcane didnt dare to speak about, but never mind that it wasnt the time he needed to go the were coming for him and he needed to leave.To take what he could and forget the rest.We will see what will happen next though in the second installment of the short story of Arcane The Becoming.I will try the most I can to continue to keep this story going as fast as possible and i will see you guys next time.
