Arcalypse

This is Morpho’s Flight Rising fanfic.

Quick Summary
Synopsis: The Arcanist discovers a mysterious source of magic in space, but accidentally causes a magical apocalypse across Sornieth. A team of brave dragons must find a way to reverse the damage and survive the magical wasteland and the mutated monsters in it.

Status: Work in progress (first chapter finished)

Warnings: There will be some body horror and violence later on.

Chapter 1
The Arcanist sat in his Observatory, peering through his giant telescope. His faithful Sprite sat by his side, reading a book.

The Arcanist spotted a dim blob in the distance of space, hiding behind a few stars but still there.

"Huh," said the Arcanist. "What curious cosmic energy...I'm going to zoom in on it."

He cranked a golden gear on his telescope to zoom in. He could now see that the blob was shifting in many different darkened colors, and what looked like embers were falling off of it.

"Interesting…"

Suddenly, the energy started shifting faster and shooting more sparks, and seemed to be getting closer. I hope another Shade incident doesn't happen…

A few strange words popped into the Arcanist's head. Magic was dripping off of them like melting butter.

I'm going to say them. What's the worst that could happen?

"Sipand'qua sorot mezink."

His whole body filled up with magic. Every scale, every bit of membrane, every inch of skin was tingling so much that it felt like his body had disappeared and he was nothing but tingles. Heat rushed out from his core, pulsing through his body and making the whole world glow bright pink.

He had never felt so powerful before.

But it was overwhelming, too. He felt like he might disintegrate or explode if he didn't unleash the magic.

So that he did. He pushed the magic out of his body, causing an explosion that practically turned the world upside down from how much it shook everything. Everything blazed in shades of pink and white and purple and colors that nobody but the Arcanist had seen before and could ever see.

When the earth-shaking blast had ended, Arcanist opened his eyes. He hadn't even realized he had closed them.

The observatory had been blown apart. The magnificent ceiling and walls with their faded, mysterious paintings had been exploded into rubble. Burned books and melted gadgets were strewn everywhere.

"Oh no," Arcanist said. "My Observatory! No, no, no! All my work! Lost! NO!" His roar shook the rubble, but his breath completely stopped when he looked down and saw what happened to Sornieth.

A transparent pink ring pulsed through the sky. The air smelled like smoke and ozone. The worst thing was that almost everything on land was ruined and changed. The Viridian Labyrinth was covered in twisted, mutated pink trees. The Sea of a Thousand Currents was churning and bubbling with glowing magenta poison mixed in with water. Every region was devastated and mutated by the magic.

The Arcanist had ruined the world - again.

No, he thought. ''No. Not again. It couldn’t have happened again. I’ve destroyed Sornieth too many times already. It was just starting to flourish. And now, all those dragons, all that research potential, gone.''

“Because of me!” he roared. “It happened again. No, no, no.” His train of thought repeated itself. ''I can’t live with this guilt. What will Lightweaver and Gladekeeper and Icewarden and Stormcatcher think? They’ll hate me even more now. Our flights are going to go to war. Because of me. Oh, I wish I could just rewind and start over!''

“Start over…” Arcanist got an idea. Maybe it wasn’t a good one in the long run, but it would help him cope for now. He could pretend, for the time being, that he wasn’t the destroyer of everything that everyone held dear. He could live without angry dragons and deities and beasts hating him.

Arcanist closed his eyes and gathered up all of the magic within himself. It was still buzzing from the aftermath of the terrible thing he had done. He gripped it with his mind and cranked it, down, down, down, until it was burning bright at the size of an average dog. He collapsed his body to that size, causing an explosion of air and magic to ripple through the ruined Observatory.

Arcanist opened his eyes.

His Fae eyes.