"Alchemy. It is the scientific technique of understanding the structure of matter, decomposing it and then reconstructing it. If performed skillfully, it is even possible to create gold out of lead. However, as it is a science, there are some natural principles in place"
The sound of pencils, brushes and chalk was loud in the quiet room. In the center on the floor, two siblings, one girl and a boy were sitting, drawing something that to the untrained eye, would seem like a merely fancy circle. Nothing further from the truth.
"It is finished. Brother?
The boy nodded meekly. He had been as eager as his sister to do this, but now he was having a bad feeling. The thunder-laden rain did not help either, it only managed to increase his uneasiness.
Years later, the boy would recall that night and would wonder if the rain had been their first omen of their upcoming misfortune.
Ignorant to his inner doubts, the girl continued "This is perfect. Let's do it"
Only one thing can be created from something else of a certain mass. This is the Principle of Equivalent Exchange
They placed their small hands in the transmutation circles. In one second, their carefully-drawn transmutation circle was letting out a golden light and for a moment it almost seemed like they actually were going to do it, and the next, the golden hues turned red, and everything started went to hell.
"But exist a taboo. Human Transmutation"
It wasn't supposed to go like that. Anything but that.
The girl can't remember what happened in that intervale of time... She just can remember blinking and feeling the phantom pain in her right arm, turned into a bloody stump. Funny how she didn't feel the arm being cut off, as if the limb had detached itself.
Normally that would be young girl's main worry, except...
"Brother!"
Her brother was nowhere to be seen.
She was heavily injured but at least she was there, bloody stump and all. But her baby brother wasn't. It seemed like he had just disappeared. The only things in the room betraying her brother's presence were his carelessly tossed clothes on the floor.
A ragged breath caught her attention. In her terror she had forgotten about the transmutation. The mist was clouding her vision, but still her moisty eyes managed to look a raised arm in the poluted room.
"It's Mom! She'd know what to do, She must know!"
The mist slowly dissipated. And the girl's heart shrank at the sight.
It wasn't their Mom.
It wasn't even human.
Not. Even. Close.
The thing they had created was a grotesque mass of charred meat, it looked like someone had grabbed a pig and peeled off the skin, leaving the muscles and fibers to view. Its form was undefined, leaving to wonder what intended to resemble. The creature was breathing heavily, sounding like a mix between regular pained sounds and the coughs of a newborn. And the eyes were nothing like her Mom's dark green. Those were a glowing red, downright demonic...
" and no alchemist should ever incur in it"
...Not even the unforgiving storm could stifle the heartbreaking scream that filled the night...
