Alchemist/Short Story.pt1

The alchemist lay in a dusty laboratory. Hidden at the center of a labyrinth. The winter solstice unleashed unbearable frost. Lilac Fumes was whispering about entrancing his imagination. He had a spell book open, trying to come up with a solution for the Elixir of Life. I sat in the corner, watching the old man ponder, his velvet robes hanging off his lanky body.

I was sent here twenty days ago to study his lore, but all he would have me do is refill his cup with scarlet wine. I would catch glimpses of the book , what weird symbols it had. I couldn’t make sense of any of it. He muttered to himself occasionally, often not even paying attention to me. It was only when I got up and walked over to the potions that he looked up and said, “Boy…. more drink”.

One more night here in this dreary dungeon would be the end of me. I walked over and poured his vice into the golden chalice encrusted with rubies. I opened my mouth to speak, but he quickly shooed me away. “Now why would they send me a dullard? ” he murmured to himself.  I put the vase of wine down on the cedar wood table and managed to creep out of the room quietly like a mouse.

Making my way to the service closet, which now served as my bedroom.  Once inside the cramped space, I cried, never in all my moons have I been treated as such. The board of magic truly hates my elders and torments me because of my father’s legacy.