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Dimitry BOT 19-Nov-21 08:31 AM
His majesty is having a dialogue with his advisers and military minds, as well as scholars who research the new found weapon, called gunpowder "How's the progress going on the new explosive material? Have you found a way how to turn it into a weapon?" His majesty asks with a sharp voice, to which one of the older alchemists replies "Your majesty, I don't want to disappoint you, but the tests show us that the powder simply burns, and radiates a huge amount of smoke. Unfortunately one of the alchemists did the test indoors and poisoned himself. We are unsure what caused the poisoning, but when we found his body, he was all pink. I've never seen this effect happen before, and many are terrified to continue the tests" (Carbon monoxide poisoning, terrifying thing but really interesting piece of info, if we breath Carbon, our blood becomes pink) To which king replied "I don't want to hear any excuses, either you bring me a method to turn this powder into a weapon, or I will give you all a seat at a pole, near the castle gates!" This remark scared all the alchemists, who knelled before his majesty and left the room. A young alchemist among them by the name of Dimitry started to think about what this weapon could be used for, however he didn't think too much of it and decided that it's best for him to right now head back to his home, where his laboratory equipment lays and after visit the nearby village that feeds him in return for taking care of the ill. During the evening all the alchemists made a massive amount of experiments, a few constant explosions were heard while others just made more of the powder and tested the burning capabilities. However Dimitry went back to his home and laid back on the bed, looking at the latest magazine he got about woman body, and looked over at a section with boobs, and thought to himself about what it feels like to touch them. However not long before his thoughts were interrupted by a huge thunderstorm.
08:31
"Brr so cold." Dimitry went to sleep and before long he was snoring so loud that nearby mice couldn't handle it and ran out the house The sound of morning birds chirping fills the air, as the occasional man exits his house after the nights rest. These people have only one thing in their minds, get to work! The day before there was a huge thunderstorm, which caused one of the village homes to loose the main door, and the brave village elder stood up and during the horrible circumstances did his duty and placed on the door frame tightly, and only relying on the light provided by the lightning, he managed to safely repair it and returned back to his home where his granddaughter awaited him. Unfortunately in the morning the old man felt really bad, and thought that it was just a flu that he caught, so he asked one of the villagers to head to the nearby alchemists house and ask for medicine. "Well then I understand what is the case, I will be there soon, just need to grab my healing materials" says the alchemist to the villager and soon after follows the way to the village. Once Dimitry is in the village, he notices the smell that surrounded the place, it was one of the well familiar burning material he made experiments with. But he was not there to dwell on that, so he went straight to the old mans house and knocked politely on the door "Good morning! It's me the alchemist Dimitry here! I was told that you have gotten a flu, may I come in?"
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Antionette Nyerny BOT 07-Dec-21 02:26 PM
On the horizon there had been dark clouds rolling over the far mountains, slowly threatening to snuff out the setting sun. The young woman believed she had enough time to go on a small journey and gather some supplies for her grandfather. He was growing older, frailer by the day and she felt a sense of a responsibility to do anything she could to help him. Antoinette had decided to disregard her grandfather’s warning about going out into the woods later in the evening. “One could easily get lost in their depths, and once it gets dark you’ll never find your way home.” She recalled the shake in his voice and the concern in her eyes, but they were running low on feverfew, lavender and willow. Perhaps she could’ve waited until the next day to go searching, but something told her that she had to go that night as if it were an emergency and she would need to use it before the sun rose the next day. After pulling a cloak over her shoulders and picking up her tote she stepped out into the chilly evening air. Her steps crunched on the dying grass, which had begun to either a few days before the smell settled over the town. Her raven hair fluttered in the wind, her steps bringing her quickly into the woods to find the few supplies she needed before it got dark out. .
14:26
Antoinette thought she would be capable of keeping her bearings, but before she knew it she had collected just barely enough of the white and purple flowers and green shrubs she found herself turned around. She thought the she had come from the west, but the west could be the east and the east could be the south. She felt as though she had been walking for ages through the unfamiliar woods before she came upon a lonesome traveler. His features were withered with age and his fingers shook from the years of work, but he agreed to take her back to her village. The storm grew closer and closer, until the traveler was sheltering her from the winds in his horse’s wagon and snapping the reigns to the spotted beast that pulled them. Once she walked through the door to her home, hair in a fray and skirts coated with dirt, her grandfather ambled up to her and wrapped his arms around her tightly, “I thought you’d been lost forever!” He cried dramatically, gripping her shoulders fiercely and turning her around to face him, “what did I say about those woods, Antoinette?!” Her dark blue eyes fell to the ground in embarrassment as he chastised her, letting her shoulders sag slightly in dismay, “I’m sorry, grandfather… I only wanted to help.” She pulled the tote she’d been carrying off of her shoulder and offered it to him, watching silently as he opened the bag and let a disgruntled sigh leave his lips, “this could’ve been done another time, little lion..” An aged hand placed the bag on a nearby chair before taking both of her youthful palms into his own, “you’re too kind for your own good, my dear. You have to be careful.” “Yes, papa..” she whispered softly, letting her delicate fingers squeeze his own before he led her to her room. They said goodnight, and the girl readied herself for bed. ..
14:26
Antoinette was the one to answer the door, her wide eyes and worried features the first to be illuminated by the rising sun’s golden rays, “I’m so thankful you have come… he’s very sick.” She stepped aside, allowing the alchemist to step past the threshold into their home. She had built a fire that morning when her grandfather had begun to grow ill, hoping that it would offer him some comfort even if it only came from the calming sounds of the crackling wood. “If you can do anything…” she whispered, desperation shaking her words as she feared the worst.
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xBadrukax 07-Dec-21 02:26 PM
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Dimitry BOT 07-Dec-21 03:14 PM
Dimitry was a bit moved by the posture and tone of the girl, it gave a flashback to the time when he saw a young girl doing her best to keep her faith and spirit in whatever medicine was out there which could save her dying mother. To Dimitry everyone was the same, just like back then and even right now he doesn't feel so attached. He was there to fill his duty, even if it was just a simple healing process. Without skipping a beat, he sat down next to the bed site where the elderly man was laying and coughing hard As soon as Dimitry saw the man who was laying in bed, he realised that the man was none other than the elder of the village, who was also a really close friend to Dimitry. After all both of them come back a long time. He had developed a personal relationship with the man, and it was clearly seen in the manner of speaking. "Having a little flu, aren't we? I haven't seen you in such shape for a long time. Remind me when exactly was the last time you were this overworked. I had warned you that you are growing old for this, but you are still being the stubborn old man who just sacrifices his own well being, just to help the people around him." The old man laughed and had a wide smile directed at the alchemist, followed by the words he spoke "It was when I helped you fix that damn roof of yours boy! You really didn't know how to properly hold a ladder, so when I needed the stability you had your arms attached to it like wet towels, and then I fell into that ice cold water. Hehehe, but the tea you gave me right after was amazing. I thought that I might be done for, but you instantly knew what to do, you brought me inside and had made sure that I am kept warm... and most importantly, that tea...." Cough cough "That tea worked miracles my dear boy! I would love to drink it one more time, a miracle drink from the wise brain, yet hands that grow out from your ass."
15:15
Dimitry laughed at the harsh words of the old man. He was laying on the bed, but even tho, to him he was still the same. Being kind hearted and at the same time the nice bully that will point out the weakness of ones self. "I have taken with myself that magic tea, don't worry old fella. But first, let me take a sample of your blood for some health checks. I need to check something important, as always.... or as you love to say. Suck your blood again!" Dimitry stood up and stretched his arms, afterwards he took a small needle and poked the shoulder of the old man and poured some blood in a small glass bottle, capping it off and placing it inside his bag. After this small procedure, he handed over the warm water on the leaves and handed over the tea while sitting down and having a personal conversation with the old man. "His Majesty is threatening the alchemists again... Today I had to listen to a long threatening voice about how either we invent a weapon that lets us blast away our enemies with the sulphuric acid and charcoal, and then make it as a handy weapon, that will be used against the enemies. I've had enough of his majesty and his insane ideas, it was already enough with him asking us to make gold out of thin air, so he could spend it all on the military expenses. But now this.... I don't know...." Even if the old man knew some basics of alchemy, and how to make some herbs to heal others, to him, the things that Dimitry was doing always sounded like a fairy tale, and now making things that blow up that was something the old man would never had imagined in his life. "Hehehe.... You know, Dimitry, I never understood even a single word you said to me about your research, about what advancements you've been finding, or what His Majesty has been doing all this time, but one thing I have noticed and understood is that I really like your spirit, young man!"
15:16
He then had another sip of the tea which was a basic tea used to help people who had a common cold. Quite effective, if made in the correct way. He took one more sip and then took Dimitry by his collar and pulled him closer and said the words that he felt are important. "I admire most things that you've been doing for me, but one thing I want you to make sure is that I live long enough to see my little granddaughter to get married to a perfect and fit young man, who is ready to do anything at any costs! A fine and perfect knight. ....preferably someone who knows how to hold ladders!" Dimitry could tell where this was going to, but he didn't really fancy the idea of getting married himself, not as of yet. Therefore, he smiled and stood up from the chair and looked out the window. "I will do what I must, and you shall do what you must!" After that, Dimitry placed down on the table another package filled with the leaves of the herbal tea and looked at the old man. "It was a really nice chat with you my dear friend, but as you know, I can't stay in one place for too long. I must go and do some experiments on the new explosive, that his majesty wants to call gunpowder. If I have any findings, I must report to the king! If I don't do anything at all, my head might fly.... Like every time his majesty is asking us to do something. I will see you morrow then old man!"
15:16
Dimitry placed his items in the bag and looked over the girl who was standing there in the corner and listened to the whole conversation. "Right now it looks like a common cold, but I am not quite sure if that is the case. Please prepare the tea after about two hours. The process goes as follows. You put the leaves in the cup, and pour warm water on it. Let it soak for a moment, and after that, you pour boiling hot water to let the leaves give away all the energy to the water. Then you wait for ten minutes to let it settle down and take the leaves out from the cup. Then it's good to be used." Dimity waved at the old man and went to exit the door.
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Antionette Nyerny BOT 07-Dec-21 04:28 PM
Antoinette's dark brown eyes followed the alchemist as he walked dutifully through their front door. She would admit, he seemed like a man that knew exactly what he was doing and how he was doing it. She wondered how someone could get so confident in their field, in a field where one would witness so many illnesses and deaths. Her heart hurt thinking about it, but whereas others might think they could never be someone who could watch others die, but Antoinette thought otherwise. She would do things that other people would shy away from if it meant she could help others. If there was just a possibility she could save one of those people who were sick and dying, she would endure the rest. She respected the alchemist for his hard work and diligence. The young woman shut the door behind him, ignoring the everlasting creak that had been a part of the house's personality as long as she could remember, and following him quietly into her grandfather's room. Her heart sank every time she witnessed him like this, even if it were just a cold that struck him with this sickness. His very eyes sank into his skull, darkened and withered. He could barely lift a hand or speak a breath without coughing. She knew that it very well could be something that would go away in a few days but her grandfather was already beginning to limp with age... and she knew that it was coming time for him to leave her, too. .
16:28
Her doe eyes fell to the ground, unable to look at him as he lay there breathless and tired. It reminded her too much of other's she had lost before. She forced herself to look at the wooden floors, counting the lines of the oak trees that had been cut down to build this home. She hadn't even made it to 50 before she heard her grandfather speak about marriage. Her head lifted suddenly and she gazed at him over Demitry's shoulder, daring to speak but catching her tongue. Visible displeasure crossed her features as her eyebrows furrowed together and the color drained from her cheeks. She didn't even want to think about getting married to a man. There was so much more that she could offer the world, so much that she still had to learn about the inexplicable natures of the earth. A man would only hold her down and make her bare his children. She lost herself in thought, almost missing the instructions of the alchemist as he approached her. Her clouded eyes flicked up to his features and her mouth dropped open as she tuned into the last half of his words. She looked a bit confused for a moment, her eyes wide and a blank expression on her face before she relented to nodding her head slightly and stepping aside to let him through. "Thank you..." Was all that she could say, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with eternal gratitude and a hint of fear. Perhaps she worried too much, but only time would tell.
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Dimitry BOT 07-Dec-21 04:53 PM
After leaving the hoise of the elder. Dimitry had a few thoughts in his mind. One kf the thoughts was about the task of creating the black powder. This powder was observed in the armies of the invaders. As such, his majesty was fully interested to gain the mythical weapon, so that they could create new weapons and be more efficient in the warfare. Alomgside this, Dimitry had another task in his mind. Help people in need. But to be honest. He could not help others if he had lost his own head. Therefore, he went back to his home, which was rather remote to the entire village, just right up from the village. When he had gotten there. He noticed on the way, the fellow alchemists continuing their experiments with the black powder, which spread a lot of dark clouds around the place. But it wasn't a big concern to Dimitry. He right now just wanted to make something and be left alone. Once he had gotten back home. He placed the bottle of blood on the shelf and started to work on the gunpowder solution. It took him best part of the night to reach a decent level of result, which he could then present to his majesty.
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When the morning came. All alchemists were gathered before his majesty and were asked to show their results. Almost nobody had anything good to show. And the penality of getting their heads chopped off seemed to be coming their way. But then Dimitry had finally arrived at the throne room and pulled out from his bag a glass bottle filled with the new gunpowder solution. As a demonstration, he ignited the powder and showed the large flame, which caused the bottle to explode. This new solution satisfied his majesty who demanded that after two weeks, there should be new advancememt made. Having his head saved from the wrath of the axe, Dimitry returned to the cabin and took a look at the blood sample, that he took from the old man, and there he noticed some black dots in it. When he poured the blood, the dots came together and created a larger and dry blob, which was extremely flamablee. "I must hurry back" Dimitry felt that something is going wrong. So he rushed to the house of the old timer
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Antionette Nyerny BOT 08-Dec-21 05:15 AM
Once the alchemist left, Antoinette's worries only seemed to double. He seemed unsure of his diagnosis and that only meant that this 'common col' could be something much worse. All she could do was brush it off and try to take care of her grandfather as well she she could. The girl turned away from the door once he left, a small sigh of defeat wafting through her salmon lips as she made her way back to her grandfather's bedside. She gently sat beside him, placing a gentle hand to his head to check on him. He didn't seem to be running a fever, but he had already drifted off to sleep after the boy had left. "Don't worry, papa... you'll get better. You have to." The girl slowly lay down next to her grandfather, placing her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. The soft blanket felt lovely beneath her fingers, it was a bittersweet feeling to lay with him like this. She hadn't been able to do it since she was a girl, but with the circumstances she would rather not be laying with him to make sure he didn't stop breathing. Soft brown eyes fluttered closed, listening to the whistle of his breathing and feeling the soft patter of his heart for the entire 2 hours she was instructed to wait. The world was so quiet, as if waiting for something to happen while the remnants of her family lay on the small cot. Eventually she had to get up, taking her thick raven hair and rolling it into a quite messy bun on the back of her head. A few tendrils fell out and around her sharp cheekbones tickling her skin, but she didn't have the energy to redo it. The girl went to the kitchen, taking a kettle and filling it with what little water they had and returning to the fire to place it on the old, almost rusted hook on the inside of the stone heath. She waited for it to boil, which is when she then poured the water over the tea Dimitry had left her with. .
05:15
Antoinette replaced the kettle and returned to her grandfather's side, using her free hand to gently tuck the dirty old blanket up under his chin. "I remember when I was but a girl. I had caught a fever and you stayed by my side for all four days it raged." She began, taking a spoon from the beside table and stirring in the leaves mindlessly, the tink of the cup just barely above the sound of a cricket's chirp, "you fed me peppermint tea every night to help me sleep, and feverfew in the morning to reduce my temperature. You told me the best tales of my life those days... I wish I was as good at storytelling as you, or I would do the same." Her voice slowly trailed off to a whisper, knowing that her sleeping grandfather couldn't hear her anyways. Once the ten minutes was up, she fished the leaves from the cup and gently lifted his head to help him sip the tea. The girl returned to his side once they were finished, her grandfather weakly wrapping his arm around her shoulders as she held onto him tightly. She refused to fall asleep, fearsome that if she did she would miss something important and that he would slip away in his sleep. It was a fear that was entirely unwarranted but he was the only person left in her family... she was afraid to lose him too. For the rest of the day, evening, and the next day too Antoinette dutifully took care of her grandfather - who seemed to become less and less responsive. She hoped that it was just the tea that the alchemist gave them, lulling him to sleep to aid him in getting healthy once more. Yet as the night grew closer, she grew more and more worried. She hadn't quite seen a cold like this one, and she was beginning to think the alchemist was wrong.
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xBadrukax 08-Dec-21 05:16 AM
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Dimitry BOT 09-Dec-21 11:44 AM
At this point in time, Dimitry had a few questions in mind, and he had no answers to any of them. Right now he was placed right before a fact, the blood taken from the old man's body was seemingly turning into a black dry gunk which eerily was resembling the black powdered, which he has to make for his majesty. But maybe he's just imagining things. There's no way that there is gunpowder inside human's body... right? But here he was right before a fact. One thought did come to mind, what if he had made a vital mistake and placed the old man's blood inside a bottle that was used to create the black powder solution... No... that can't be the case as the black powder solution was demonstrated after the visit to the old man, as such it couldn't be the case of bad bottle mismanagement. There has to be another reason why the blood had contained the black powder. But what could be the reason for this. The needle? No The needle is always cleaned right before I take it with myself to go and see people. And besides what role could a needle have had played with the creation of black powder... right, none. Maybe I am overacting. Dimitry looked at the remains of the burned blood black powder and inspected it closer. He tried to make sense out of it and understand what to make out of it. As he was doing so, he noticed that the remaining blood on the table too started to transform into the powdery substance. To make sure that it's the powder that is spreading through the blood, he took a sieve and poured down the blood, to clean it from any possible powder grains. As a finishing touch, he tried to burn the blood, but it didn't even spark, indicating the absence of powder. Alright, looks like there's no reaction at this moment. But what is this powder really, it doesn't seem to be the same as the one constructed by the alchemists... then again how do we make that powder.
11:46
Dimitry took a vial full of sulphur and then added the coal dust, to be more specific, charcoal dust. And finally there's this small percentage of this powder given by his Majesty. This rather odd looking powder which he claimed is used by the enemies to make better weapons, so our task is make it more effective. Looking at the powder, one can't really figure out what is it composed of. AS in you don't get the information really on the exact source, It could be checked with smell test. That's the first test used after the close visual inspection. Dimitry took the pouch, given by his Majesty and took a good look at the powder from all sides. At first glance it looks like a sea salt, one that you would get from the sea and then smash into tinny pieces. Nothing out of ordinary there, the colouring is pure white, meaning that there aren't any indications about any impurity in the system. The grains looks quite whole and don't seem to have anything that would seem suspicious. The next operation in question was to have a smell test. Dimitry took the powder and carefully inhaled a small dose of the smell, and felt a sharp knife like sting to the powder. However he never had felt anything of such level, as in there's not such smell at all. But it's not to say that the powder is what is making the reaction to happen with blood. With a needle, Dimitry pierced his own shoulder and let some small dose of blood drip in a testing cup, where he added the powder and mixed the two components together to see if that has any effect on the whole thing.
11:47
At first it seemed that nothing really was happening. However after about three minutes the blood seemed to darken, there was a black liquid forming in the blood, but unlike the counterpart of the old man's blood, this blood seemed to be just in black colouring now. But the black substance remained in the black colouring. Maybe the blood is the culprit, he thought to himself, and as he reached for the remains of old man's blood, he noticed that the blood once more had the black gunk's, and they have gathered more and more and it seems that they are spreading even faster than before. As final test, Dimitry made the powder solution and placed it in a cup, where he on top poured his own blood. He wanted to see if the reaction would change by any chance. But after waiting for about ten minutes. The blood still was red, but had the black colouring, which again was, as Dimitry dubbed it, black blood. It seems that the old man doesn't have much time to live, at this rate. Even more so, this much time was spent on making the test on the blood, that he might be on the last breath. That doesn't seem to be a good sign. If anything goes bad, then Dimitry might loose his last true friend. As such, he must hurry. But he knew that the old friend is already on the death bed and was prepared for that. Yet he also knew that the old man needs to have some time to finish the last business. Dimitry reminiscences an old conversation, that he had together with the old fella, about the time when he would die. He knew that someday it might come, so he asked Dimitry if there was a way to give body full strength, to actual let the person finish last business. At the time he knew of only one substance, and to be honest even now he doesn't know of anything better than this solution. An adrenaline dose, that is highly active. Created from some rather curious materials, and known only by ancient Alchemists and forbidden by the church.
11:48
Dimitry took the bag of his and started to pack his items in it. Including a syringe filled with adrenaline that is injected in persons neck. That is the place, where most blood goes to the brain and then back down to the heart. Most effective place where to lead the blood. And finally some additional items, that he needs for his task to gather some materials for the evening. As Dimitry was leaving the cottage of his, there were some Alchemists experimenting in the distance, creating large explosions with the compounds, attempting to find best proportions to create a good explosion. But additionally they were making so much smoke, which went up into the sky, as if there was a forest fire. Dimitry could count at least ten spots, where the alchemists have been working for the past 3 weeks with the black substance. It's rather an interesting thought. The people, who have studied the rain and water activities, once had asked a question, why the sky never runs out of rain. The explanation was given that the water on the land turns into steam and condensates into the air, and when it cools down, it falls as a rain. Then the question became, can any metal be processed the same way... and it turns out that yes that is possible. In theory. When looking at those black clouds gathering up in the sky, one just can't stop wandering if the smoke will condensate and then fall down as a rain. What kind of rain that might be..... A rather interesting thought, which instantly hit a bell in Dimitry's head. He needed to do one more test, but for that, he needs to gather rain water.... and for that, he needs to first wait for it to rain. A lot of things to do, so little time to do it all.
11:49
Dimitry then noticed that he was standing in place and not moving forward, he had to stop thinking and move forward, as any second would count for him. Well the situation wasn't exactly this crucial, but the sooner he would get to the old man, the sooner he could check his health and give the final booster of his life. After all he had made a promise that this is what he would do to let the old man actually have strength to live his last day to the fullest. On the path to the village, Dimitry stumbled upon a dead fox. At first he didn't think of it anything at all, but upon closer inspection, he noticed that something was severely off with the fox. The mouth was seemingly filled with a black powder. As in the fox tried to digest, or vomited the black powder out of the mouth. At first glance that was a rather disgusting sight to be honest, as well as an indication to Dimitry that animals, have developed something similar to what humans are experiencing at this time period. Well it should be a good thing to gather the powder that has gathered at the mouth of the fox, when he returns back from the visit to the old man. Dimitry took one last look at the dead animal and then turned his gaze to the village, which was in the distance. He had to go now, as he couldn't stop now. He has waster far too much time, as it is, so he can't just now let any things to distract him, as he has to keep a promise that he gave to the old man. The rest of the walk was easy. The ground was seemingly solid and the pace was simple. While in the background, there were quite a bit of explosions heard from other alchemists desperately trying to get some results, but constantly producing the exact same one. Ton of smoke and mediocre power.
11:50
Upon entering the village, he took note that quite a few people were feeling quite ill, yet he didn't think about others right now that much, as he had more important priority. He went ahead and avoided contact with anyone who was walking around coughing. And after a few steps he was right before the entrance of the elder's house. He knocked on the door and pushed the door inside to open it up. "It's me Alchemist, Dimitry! I am coming in, as I have something for you old man!" Dimitry took the steps to the bed site of the old man and looked at the person who was once a brave and strong elderly man, but now he was just laying on the bed, like a weak and powerless being. Dimitry smiled at the man and then said. "I guess you know what I've brought to you old man. I just need to check out something. Just a little bit more of the blood. But please, can your granddaughter please leave the two of us alone?" The old man nodded and then looked at the girl. Both of them waited for the girl to leave the room and once it was clear that she was not in their presence. Dimitry talked to the old man.
11:50
"I fear that whatever that thing is, that you've gotten, is what will be your doom. I'll just take a little bit of blood to check if the situation is getting any worse." And sure enough, when Dimitry pierced the old man's arm with the needle, to pour out some blood. There were a few gunk's of black powder coming out too. This confirmed that the blood system is getting worse and worse. "Is it bad?" Asked the old man to Dimitry looking with eyes that were not in fear, but more of like acceptance. He knew that his time will eventually come, so he didn't fear it. Dimitry didn't even know what to say to the old man, it was really bad in reality, but he didn't seem to have the willpower to say it exactly. He instead just looked into the bag and pulled out the syringe of adrenaline and showed it to the old fella. "This thing will do two things. First what it does is it gives you enormous burst of strength, it will make you energised. It will give you feeling that you can break mountains. You'll feel healthy as if you are a young man once more. But... It will also decrease your remaining time here. If you could live let's say next two days. This will make you live... in best case five hours.... maybe a little bit more, maybe a little bit less. Do you fully understand what it means?"
11:52
The old man then nodded at Dimitry with a smile on his face. "Absolutely boy, either I live a bit more here like an old turtle, or relive my youth once more and spend my last hours with my granddaughter. I think you know the answer.... say. Will it hurt too much?" Dimitry cleaned the needle of the syringe and then looked at the old man with a smile. "You don't fear to get your hands dirty, or get a scratch in the arm. Yet you fear the needle? Heh. Don't worry, it will feel at first a bit painful, but be careful to not move too much, and right after you'll feel the place a bit tingly. I'll then right away pour some hydrogen peroxide on top to clean off the blood that will come right out, trying to push the adrenaline from your body. But fear not, after about a minute, you won't feel any more pain and that is when you'll feel really energetic." Dimitry assembled the syringe and then careful with his arms positioned head of the old man on the blanket in such way that the blood veins were clearly visible. "I think it's exactly this part. Let me clean it real quick." Dimitry took some cloth and cleaned the spot on the neck with careful attention, and right after he took a deep breath. "Are you ready old timer?" The old man then chuckled and said. "Alright, my fate is sealed in either way, so let's not take too long and get to it already, shall we?"
11:53
Dimitry took the syringe and positioned it right at the spot he chose and pierced the skin, followed by the blood veins in the neck. The ones which are being pulled by heart. Due to this, there was a small pressure building up, trying to push the incoming adrenaline out of the body, but Dimitry knowing this pushed the syringe to push all of the adrenaline all the way inside the neck. "Stay Calm! Stay calm. We are almost done! If it burns, don't worry, that is the body resistance to the adrenaline!" Once the syringe was empty, he pulled it out from the neck and placed a cloth over the neck to prevent it from further bleeding. "You are doing just great, old timer, Hang on!" Dimitry was now forcing the old timer's head in place, as the old man's body began to experience spasms of the instant energy burst. The only task was now to keep the neck in place so all the blood and adrenaline can be displaced in the body. If the neck is moved, the blood may spill out and then the heart might experience some resistance which could lead to failure of the internal system. After about ten more seconds the old man seemingly stopped moving. His body calmed down and he looked at the old man thinking if he had done something wrong. Dimitry still could feel the pulse, and it was extremely high for the old man. Yet the body stopped responding. "OI Old man! You wake up! Old one!" After ten more seconds the critical minute had passed, and at that point Dimitry thought that he had failed and stood up in disbelief. He has lost the old friend. He wanted to help, but instead had killed the old man.... But then he was interrupted by the laughter of the old man.
11:55
"You know kiddo. You can do many magical things, yet you can't hold a ladder. Do me a favour. Learn to hold one while I am still alive. Would you? I want to see my granddaughter. And between you and me, I want you to tell her that you've healed me completely. I want her to be happy not sad." Dimitry then nodded but wanted to give him an important warning. "Before I forget. I have a sneaking suspicion that this deadly illness that you are having right now is from the rain that is falling from the sky. It seems like some sort of acid rain. I don't fully understand it yet, but it's a theory of mine. Better safe than sorry, so if you love your granddaughter so much, please make sure she isn't outside when it's raining." Old man nodded and thought about it a bit more. "You are the wise one here, so I'll take your warning seriously. But you better call my granddaughter." Dimitry smirked and called out for the granddaughter. "Hey little girl! Come here please." But the old man then interrupted Dimitry saying. "Oi! You should know her name by now, her name is Antionette. Well and last name Nyerny. So you should call her by name from now on, wouldn't you?" Dimitry understood the request and did as asked "Lady Nyerny! Please come in, your granddaughter seems to have gotten better." When granddaughter entered the room, Dimitry turned to the old man and said. "I'll return at the evening. I have some urgent business to do right now. By the way how are you feeling old timer now?" To which the old man replied. "I feel like I can kill a bear with my bare arms. You truly are a miracle doctor. Thank you for healing me!"
11:55
As Dimitry headed out to look further into the experimentation and analysis of the rain and black powder, his first focus was to go and see where the fox was located. During this time. Old man had different plans in mind. Grandfather took Antoinette by her arm and happily said that they are going to go shopping. He has some nice ideas in mind. As the old man went outside of the house, he took a close look at the sky, and noticed the incoming storm in the distance, at the same time he knew that while there's still sun, he has to manage to do all the things he wanted. He started with a simple question, interesting if Antoinette has any love interests in her mind, continuing with some talks about how some day she might have to find someone who's a kind and caring man who can protect her. He didn't want to hear any excuses or the same old stuff about being limited with life by simply stating to her. "You don't just look for a man who will limit you, you have the freedom many other woman don't have, so you have the chance to choose your own husband for your future, my dear child. That is my gift for you."
11:57
The old man then went to the local blacksmith and asked him to give the item, that he had asked to craft a long time ago. The item was a silver ring. The blacksmith nodded and went inside the house and then after a few moments came out and brought to her two rings, made out of pure silver and small rocks, that gave an ornament and texture to them. "You see, your mother had gone in an arranged marriage. I was there, and I had seen everything she once had to go through, and I truly tell you, that was really heartbreaking to see. She forced herself to fall in love with a man and even when she finally broke and loved the arranged husband, the man abused her, constantly was beating her, and there also lays the reason why you don't have parents. Ever since I had seen all that happen, I had kept you under my protection, swearing to myself, that I will never force you to marry anyone. But I wanted you to see if the man is fit for you and consider that for yourself." After a little while, his energetic side seemed to weaken a little bit, but he made sure that it doesn't bother her one bit. He continued to talk about what a lovely granddaughter Antoinette was to him this whole time and that he doesn't regret anything about it. But then the worst happened that he didn't want to happen just yet. The dialogue between him and Dimitry came to mind at that moment, and he remembered that what is happening to him might happen to his beloved granddaughter, as such he took off his coat and put it over her head as the rain was beginning to fall down.
11:58
"Listen to me carefully, do not, under and circumstance, I beg of you, do not get under the rain. Please. For me." The old man said as he got weaker and weaker. But he didn't give up just yet, right now his most important task was to get to the house, to have his only last descendant to be safe, so he held tight to the jacket of his, while the rain was falling down on his head with full force, he did everything in his power to keep the rain away from her. It took a few seconds, but he was already wet from the rain and weak as the life force was drained almost fully. He opened the door and pushed Antoinette inside the building and barely could stand with the strength remaining in his body. At that moment Dimitry arrived, covered, fully in rain cape and wearing gloves made of pure leather. He approached the old man and brought him inside. During the last moment of the old man and Antoinette, Dimitry had returned to the path to look for the dead fox, but he failed to locate the dead animal. It seemed like someone had taken it away, and did something with it. That made him unable to do any more experiments with the black powder. However Dimitry also knew what a mess will be made when the old man will finally loose last life force. Not to mention the rain is coming so he had went back to his cottage and changed his outfit to a rain protective one, so he wouldn't get wet just in case. Even if it was just a hypothesis, he didn't want to risk it, as such, he took whatever matters it took, to protect himself. When he was at the village, it was already raining and he noticed the old man pushing his granddaughter inside the building with last strength, so he knew that the old man's time had come, so he went up and took him by his arms and said to him. "You did well, old fella. I guess this is our goodbye."
11:58
The old man couldn't speak anymore, mostly because his mouth was not filled with blood and the black powdery stuff, so Dimitry just talked to him as he brought the barely living body of the old fella to his bed, and helped him lay down, but then when he turned around to grab the blanket and cover the man with it, the old fighter had already closed his eyes and stopped breathing.... He finally went to sleep eh..... "Hey you, old timer, you finally did it eh... I'll miss you..."
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Antionette Nyerny BOT 09-Dec-21 09:24 PM
Antoinette did not sleep that night, her worried head keeping her from allowing the touch of slumber to take over her mind. When she wasn’t caring for her grandfather she was laying beside him, letting her hand gently rest on his chest as her ear listened quietly to the still beating of his heart. Every soft thump reignited her hope for his life, which would quickly fade as she began to panic each time the beat did not come soon enough. Sometimes Antoinette forgot that her grandfather’s heart was slower than a younger man’s heart, especially while his body was attempting to ward off whatever illness was weakening his body. He was warm, but not hot, which worried her further. She wanted to believe the alchemist about the cold but something deep within her gut told her something was wrong. When she was taking care of him, she had brought a bowl of water into his room with a cloth that she would soak with the water. She cooed to him softly as he would do to her when she grew ill, dabbing the soft fabric doused with water over his forehead and cheeks. She knew he did not necessarily run a fever but it was the comforting touch of the cool water that had always made her feel better when she was too weak to move.
21:25
Antoinette wanted nothing more than to be sure that her grandfather knew she was there and that she would not leave him to suffer alone. She would tuck his blankets in under his sides with gentle fingers, brush his growing hair out of his face and behind his wrinkled ears, and stoke the fire whenever it would crawl dangerously close to ashes. By the time the alchemist would arrive she would be nearly covered in dirt from all of her diligent serving over him. Exhaustion tried to prickle at the edges of her mind that morning, but Antoinette pushed on through the desperate need of her body to sleep. There would be time for that later when her grandfather had gotten better and they could return to their normal, joyous life together. When Dimitry returned, a spark of hope graced the young girl’s heart and she followed him into her grandfather’s room to hear whatever she could about his condition. She was entirely disappointed when she was shooed out of the room without any word on his condition, her heart nearly failing as she hesitated to oblige for a few moments.
21:25
Her doe eyes switched from Dimitry and back to her relative, then back to the alchemist. Eventually she forced herself to listen, turning and walking out of the room to leave them alone. It felt like the longest few minutes of her entire life, not knowing what was happening within the dark confinements of his bedroom but she had to do as she was told. When she was finally called back in she felt a surge of happiness flood her chest and she nearly ran in to see him with little regard of how it might look, but she contained herself and came back into the dim light of the room. To hear that her grandfather was feeling much better was a complete relief to the young girl, her lips curling up into a bright smile as she returned to his bedside and took his elder fingers into her own. Somewhere deep down she knew it was too good to be true, before Dimitry had entered his room her grandfather seemed he was on his deathbed, but when he left he was back to being his energetic self.
21:25
She couldn’t quite explain it but her ignorance clouded her judgment and she accepted it without question. Antoinette went with her grandfather to the market, allowing him to speak as he always did in silly warnings about the future and whatnot… but today it seemed as though he was being sure to tell them all, is if he didn’t expect to have any more time to tell them. It was odd, surely, but she thought nothing of it. She tried to argue with him about being married, but as stubborn as he was, he wouldn’t have it. Eventually Antoinette relented and promised she would do her best to fulfill his wishes for her future, as his wishes were the most important to her now. The gifts from the blacksmith were unexpected and sudden, yet another thing that made her feel unsettled about his condition but once again she chose to ignore it. Surely the alchemist wouldn’t have lied to her about her last remaining family member, that would be horrid. She gratefully took the rings and put them in her satchel, walking with her grandfather hand in hand for the rest of the day.
21:26
That was until the storm began to roll in. When he covered her with his coat she tried to ask why but it seemed that he couldn’t answer her straight, and he began to run to the house with her as if the rain had something evil lurking within it. “What are you doing?” She called into the rain, but before she knew it he had shoved her over the threshold to her knees where her bones thudded against the hollow floor. She turned back to see her grandfather, her eyes widening at the very sight of his weakened body. “Papa!” She called out, reaching out for him only for the alchemist to unexpectedly show in their doorway. “What’s happening to him?!” She demanded from him, but it was as if she spoke to deaf ears. She felt like such an outsider for the last two days and it only made the matter worse. “What’s happening?! You have to help him!” She begged, following Dimitry to the bed as her cries turned to screams of horror. Hot tears rushed to her eyes as she watched her grandfather’s mouth fill with the pitch black substance, and once his body fell limp she felt her heart drop into her stomach. “Papa!” She cried out, falling to her knees beside his bed and reaching out to touch his head. She nearly did, before she remembered what he asked of her and forced herself to keep her hand hovered over his skull. She shook vigorously, the pain of looking into his lifeless eyes knowing at her very core with the claws of a merciless and powerful demon. “No, papa you have to wake up!” Her voice shook, every syllable threatening to crack through her vocal chords and destroy her will to speak… but she kept wailing, letting her hand fall to the bed beside him and clutch onto the sheets as her head pushed into the side of the bed. She cried into the sheets, every inch of her body physically aching from losing the last living being she had, the one man that she loved more than anything in the entire world. He was gone.
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xBadrukax 09-Dec-21 09:26 PM
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Dimitry BOT 10-Dec-21 11:40 AM
The weeps of the girl crying for her dead grandfather filled the room, and as the lighting was going bright behind the window, only the shadow of the window frames was seen on the floor. Dimitry stood in place looking at the dead body of his friend and then decided to do the last important step which is to prepare him for the departure. The body is normally put into a coffin which is after buried under ground, and this process takes normally about two days. And as it is right now a severe thunderstorm. nobody will come outside to put the old man in a coffin. As such, Dimitry took a long blanket from the shelf, which he had prepared for this case and placed it over the body of the old timer. He made sure that he places it with utmost respect for his old friend and covered the head so he's fully covered. It's best that the girl doesn't see what is going to happen to the old one. Dimitry then took his time to pay his final respects to the friend who he loved so much. He stood there in silence for about a minute, thinking about the best times he had together with the man. And to mind came one such event. It was a dialogue that he had with the old fella about the granddaughter.
11:41
The conversation had gone as such. He was asked if there was any girl in Dimitry's eyes that he had found fancy. Well and at the time Dimitry indeed had a love interest. A rather attractive girl who was gifted with... natural assets, as one might say politely. But at the time, Dimitry was a hopeless romantic, he had a terrible luck with attracting her attention. As a matter of fact, he was clueless to the reality of many of things. One being that the girl of his interest was already at that point in time engaged to a man. Dimitry's heart was completely broken the day he learned about the engagement. And ever since he didn't want to consider it at all. He wanted to live like a lone hermit. That is why he had moved to a cottage away from the village. Where he can live his life peacefully and without anyone interrupting his peace. The dialogue that he had with the old man was about how to him, Dimitry was like his own son or grandson. How close the two of them were in reality. And about how many regrets he had about his son in law, about what kind of man he was and that he wished that Dimitry was a bit older, and they had met a bit later. That way his daughter wouldn't have had to suffer as much. Dimitry finished his thought as a farewell to the old man. He had to now, as there was a little time on the table, and he didn't want to get too in depth with people who are right now in the process of grieving for the death of loved one. He had seen this too many times, and he was used to it, but this felt different.
11:41
Dimitry looked at the girl who was crying and then turned around. The thunderstorm was quite severe at this point in time, and there were quite a few people running back and fourth trying to find a shelter under the houses while others didn't even think anything about it and walked barely dressed in the rain, claiming that this is the best way to wash themselves out from all the dirt. Dimitry adjusted his rain coat and went outside. He looked over the door and made sure that it's closed shut. After that he turned around and went in the rain to his cottage. The walk back to the cottage was long and tiresome. Dimitry felt like a defeated person. He would do many miracle things, during his life he had achieved many things and could beat many illnesses, many challenges, yet this time it was different. Whatever that thing was, Dimitry didn't know what to do about it at all. He was powerless against it. This defeatist attitude just made the entire situation worse on his way home. He had after all lost his last friend. A few tears went down his eyes as he continued the path. The sound of rain hitting his coat was a reminded of the deathly thing that was out there killing people. Or so Dimitry thought. And there was nothing he could do about it at all. If Dimitry was going to try and defy the king, his head would fall off. He would be executed and then there would be nothing done about it. But if he could find a cure to the illness, then maybe he could try to save those who are important to him, and ultimately cure people like the old man, who are suffering from the illness. And people will suffer.
11:41
When it comes down to it, if the rain is the true reason for the illness that the old timer had gotten, then many more people by now must have fallen ill. They will eventually have their blood clotted with the powdery substance and in the end, they will all die. Each step went harder and harder, with his breath seemingly being held tight. He must have had forgotten to breath at that moment, as it became harder and harder by each passing moment. The rather strong scent in the air indicated that something was wrong in the air that was surrounding him. On one hand, what was the surrounding thing for Dimitry, it was the death. The understanding that the person closest to him was gone, but the other thing that was around, was this rain, it went down from the sky heavily, as if the rain itself was a thousand times heavier, as in tons of steel balls were falling down, making him more and more uncomfortable while taking every step. During the long path back home, Dimitry thought that it was his fault, if only he hadn't been intrigued in this whole business about gunpowder... if only he wasn't taking part in all of this. Maybe the whole thing could have been averted. It was his curiousity, that pushed him to do these things, and it was what doomed the old friend. How can someone like him now show his face around, he was the reason why so many people are going to die now. He can't forgive himself, not anymore.
11:42
When he arrived at the cottage, he looked at the cup, where the powder was laying, he didn't think much of it, he just desperately wanted to get away from everyone and vanish. A hint of depression was inside of him, as he closed the door and took off his rain coat. Then he looked at his rather messy room and sat down at his bed and stared at one point for good fifteen to twenty minutes straight. After that he went to the bed, and laid for the sleep. During the sleep, he had a nightmare about the old man, he looked at the old timer looking at him right in the eyes. The next moment the old timer was rotting alive, and this rather scary sight forced him to wake up It was right now an early morning. Dimitry looked out the window, and it was a sunny morning. The birds were singing and the sunlight was coming from the window, warming up the room. Dimitry woke up and took a look at his desk, and noticed something disturbing, it looked like the sand had been moved, and right now it's moved. Dimitry didn't think too much of it, but the prospect of someone coming inside his house at the night did feel rather ominous.
11:42
He took his coat and got ready to return to the village. He took a few steps in the warm morning sunlight. Right now he had to fulfil the other part of the promise, he had made to the old fella. Make sure that the funeral is to go as it should. The path he took was short and sweet, the usual one he takes, and he was a little bit of a mild rush. After all he was unsure in what shape the dead body might be soon, so it's better to be buried the sooner the better. He was in rather fast pace, walking inside the village and went right to the door where he was prepared to once again be face to face with the body of the old friend of his. Dimitry opened the door and walked right in. It seemed that the girl was still asleep. Poor girl, she has nobody left for herself... yet. At this exact moment, Dimitry was greeted by an ominous presence in front of him. Someone he did not expect to meet at this exact morning. "Good morning! And who you might be?" Dimitry said to the figure standing next to the bed site. The figure was no other than the grandfather himself. Except the eyes were pitch black, and the smile on the lips was one of terror and evil. The figure then replied to Dimitry's greeting. "Good morning to you as well, my dear friend. I must thank you for giving me the chance to be first to awaken. Dimitry!"
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Antionette Nyerny BOT 12-Dec-21 03:57 PM
Antoinette did not stop crying as she kneeled beside her grandfather's body, her dark brown eyes never once left his features as the twisted vision of his dead body lay in front of her. She had never seen such death before, the sort of death that twisted the very insides of someone's stomach. The sort of death that reminded her of the most dark and inexplicable things that dare to snuff out any happiness or light that dare to exist within this realm of darkness. Tears flooded her eyes and blurred her vision, and no matter what she did it seemed that every time she blinked the world only cleared for a moment. The village would most likely hear her cries, the wailing calls leaving her lips as the weight of a thousand worlds crushed into her chest. She couldn't even touch her grandfather, he was covered in the rain and she was forced to mourn from inches away yet feel miles of space between them. As Dimitry lay the blanket over his features, Antoinette felt both a sense of relief for not having to see the black pouring out of his lips and color drain from his cheeks, but also terrified that his glossy eyes and gaping mouth would be the last thing she ever saw of her grandfather. She reached out, placing a trembling hand to his now covered forehead, her breath spluttering as she tried to gather herself enough to speak to him. "P... p-please... I can't lose you... too," she whimpered, entirely oblivious to the alchemist and his departure. Antoinette felt every ounce of energy drain from her legs, and the pounding of her heart beat so ruthlessly against her chest she thought she could die of heartache there and then, on the floor next to him. One could not even begin to describe the flood of emotions she felt, the obvious was grief. Grief for her grandfather and only living relative. The next was anger, she was furious with the lies from both her grandfather and the alchemist, they had both known that he wouldn't survive yet they let her believe he would anyways.
15:58
. She let her fingers drift over the blanket on his forehead as she cried, her other hand gripping the fabric of the blanket and bringing it to her mouth where she bit down on her fist through it's cotton. She screamed into the fabric with anger, with mortification, with unmatched anguish. For hours she screamed, and cried, and begged the gods for this to be a nightmare. She begged that she would wake up the next morning and her grandfather would be cooking over the fire like he always had. She cried until her body could quite literally take no more grief, and she passed out beside him. Her cheek fell against the cot and her cheeks had been stained by her salty tears. Her fingers were still curled into the blanket as she clutched it against her mouth for any amount of comfort. Her dreams took her far away from that room, where the dead body of the old man lay. They carried her to an old memory she had of when she was barely old enough to leave the house on her own. She bounded through the fields behind their house, her wavy black hair cascading down along her back and knotting up into a raven's nest on top of her head. Her skirts were filthy with dirt and her hands were full of weeds and flowers alike. An old voice called out to her, booming over the greenery and stopping the girl dead in her tracks. Her big brown eyes flew over her shoulder to see who had called for her, a wide grin lifting the corners of her lips as she saw her dirtied grandfather standing at the foot of the porch steps. "Papa!" she squealed as she dropped the bundles of flowers in her hands and sprinted towards him. Her small feet thumped loudly over the drying dirt before she finally reached him and he tucked his hands under her armpits and lifted her into the air. .
15:58
"My lovely dear! You are filthy!" He chuckled merrily, and the little one let out a soft giggle, lifting her soiled hands and pressing them against his wrinkled cheeks. His mouth popped open in mock bewilderment, his eyes wide and eyebrows furrowing together in a forced look of disappointment. The young Antionette did not realize his playfulness, her wide smile quickly fading into a concerned frown, her soft cheeks bunching up under her eyes. "I'm sorry, papa!" She said, her little voice cracking under the stress of thinking she had angered him. Her hands slowly fell away from his cheeks and the old man spontaneously burst into a hearty laughter. "It is all right, my dear. What have you been up to since I've been gone?" He asked, propping her up on his hip as he carried her inside. The floors creaked as they always did before, and her grandfather brought her over to his cot where he took a seat with a weary groan. His joints ached and his muscles screamed, but he would always plaster a smile on his features for his granddaughter. "I was collecting herbs! Did you know that feverfew is good for when you have a fever!" She squeaked, the excitement in her voice apparent as she clasped her hands together and shuddered in his lap. He couldn't help but chuckle once more and shake his head. .
15:58
"If that is what you were doing, did you manage to find any betony? Perhaps some coriander? Whatever about hemlock for the pain?" The girl gaped up at her grandfather with wondrous eyes, her mouth popped open in complete bewilderment as he spoke. "I want to be as smart as you when I get older! I want to know everything!" She squealed, and the old man simply offered a grin as he placed a hand on her knee. "One day, little one... you will be strong enough to fight a bear. Smart enough to save a life. And brave enough to face an army." He placed his other hand on her cheek, his eyes glistening with love as he gazed at her dirtied face. He was reminded so much of her mother when he looked at her, those big doe chocolate eyes gaping in curiosity at everything the world had to offer. He almost feared for how she might take the horrors that came along with it. He flicked his thumb off of her cheek, lifting it to show her a layer of dirt that had transferred onto his finger, "but for now you look as if you rolled in a pig pen! Up! Time to wash!" Antoinette squealed and leapt from her grandfather's lap, sprinting off into the hall and out through the front door. She was not done foraging for herbs and she was intent on finding the others he spoke of before dawn, the bath could come later. ....
15:59
The dream came to an end and the girl found herself slowly rising from her sleep, her head immediately pounding from all the crying she had done the night before. She almost forgot that her grandfather was a rotting corpse in front of her, and once the realization hit her every pound of weight slammed down onto her chest once again. As she looked away from the cot, too afraid to see her dead grandfather on the bed, she was surprised to see the alchemist standing in the doorway. She almost opened her mouth to ask what he was doing only to process the look on his face. Something was wrong, and she knew it from how rigid the boy stood and gaped at the corner of the room. Antoinette turned her head back the other way, lifting her chin to see what he had been looking at only to leap back with a scream of terror. The very vision of her grandfather standing before her with dark eyes and the most horrific grin she'd ever witnessed made her body tremble. This was not her grandfather, it was something else. The fear that flooded her body made every hair on the surface of her skin stand straight up, as she slowly backed away with skidding heels on the wooden floors. Before she knew it, her back was pressed up against the wooden wall beside the door the alchemist was standing in. She wanted to speak, to scream, to do anything but it seemed that with the intensity of her grief and the terror in her bones she could do nothing but stare up at the creature. Every limb on her body trembled mercilessly and she pressed her body up against the wall so intensely that she thought she might become small enough to be invisible. At least she wished it was like that, but she knew that things like that were impossible. Then again, her death grandfather stood in front of her with the look of a monster, so who's to say what was possible and what was impossible now?
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