Alchemist - 2

It all started on a dark and gloomy night when my mother was serving her customers in her tavern, the usual rounds of shredded horse meat and warmed teflonian beer. In walked a tall gangolian warlord, looking weary from the latest crusade wars.

This warlord went by the name of Dreadgranger.

I remember my mother telling me as I grew older, that for some strange reason, she was strangely attracted to the warlord, and this attraction was tinged with awe and respect along with a bit of sexual stirring.

Lord Dreadgranger was one of the most cunning and vicious warlord, who had made his bones in the First Rebellion. The killer and the most dreaded young warrior.

It was on this night that I was referring to, when my mother was with the warlord in the night, and eighteen months latter, I was born. It was also the last time my mother saw my father. The very next day to my birth, my father disappeared forever. Over the years my mother kept getting news about my father from the traveling minstrels , and she recorded all the adventures of my father so that she could share this with me when I grow up.

The genetic material of my father was so strong that even as a child I was a soldier. My skills in tracking and hunting were renowned. I could feel the killing lust flow in me even then.

I was considered to be one of the most vicious of the hunters known to the Bragalians. This reputation I had got when I was 3 years old.

At around this time I came across a strange monk , Crepovani. He was a silent one, real quite. For some strange reason when one night in the tavern, he took me to his table and started communicating with me silently. This was the my first feel of telepathic powers of the Creambic mystics.

My blood froze and my heart stood still for a moment when I felt the monk's powers, but at the same time I strangely understood that he was restraining himself , and displaying just a fraction of his magic.

After this strange encounter, the monk left. And a few weeks later he just turned up at the tavern
and I followed him. I was initiated into the arcane art of Creambic mystics. The next few years after I followed
Crepovani, was an intense learning experience. He took me on all his travels, and each minute of my life was a involved with learning. The arcane art of Creambic martial arts. Which involved the mind as much as the body. I had become invincible by the age of four.

I was initiated into a test of strength in the Creambic way, I fought the then champion of the Creambic clan and I beat him in a short time. The Creambic elders silently applauded my skills in their telepathic way, and they spoke among themselves and observed that I would one day be the most dreaded warrior ......

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Alchemist

it was a few years ago while i was still a bumbling youngster, in the prime of my life, more spirit than sense, that i came across a bamboo hut during a walk through the forest.

on my first glance, i disregard the place as a potential night shelter for myself. the structure looked too flimsy to offer any protection from what i was expecting latter on that night. the dark clouds looked foreboding.

while i was walking away , I heard a sound which chilled my blood. made me quickly glance behind me. I giggled when I realized that it was just a strange man laughing crazy, it was a crackling rising laugh, it sounded out worldly. It was only latter that he told me that I was the first human he had seen in a number of years, strange.

i wondered what was wrong with him. He started talking to me. At least I think he was trying to talk to me. But all I heard was strange rumbling sounds coming out of the man.

i decided to stay there that night and see what this was all about.

after a few day I slowly began to understand the words the man was talking, was surprised to realize this was a language I had spoke from the time of my birth. He started telling me his story and what a strange story it was.

what I am putting down today, on the papyrus is just part of this man’s strange story.

“I do not remember the name my biological parents had given me” he told me. “as far as my memory goes I remember being called the Alchemist” . I shuddered when I heard this. For this was a name which I have heard brave men whisper in dread.

this dread was not the dread mere mortal feel. This was a supernatural dread. A dread which is allied with the night terrors.

he continued “I was given the name Alchemist by my master, when I was less than a year old, for he had sensed and seem what my future holds for me”

“from then on, all that my master talked to me was on how to awaken the strange power which were innately part of my life. These were magical moments of my life, the joy of learning the secrets of controlling my telekinetic and clairvoyance powers”

“I became really good with the sword and I had gone beyond what the best of the martial arts students knew, why I had gone beyond what the masters knew of martial arts, and all this before I was 5”.

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