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People are born, they live, and then they die.
It is one of the truths of the universe. One that can be resisted, but not defied. One of the first things that every Alchemist must learn is that the hands of time only goes one way. The circle of life cannot be turned back. Once something is dead, it is gone forever.
Life is like a wonderful ball, one that will end at the stroke of midnight, when all the magic that surrounds it disappears.
But if we cannot turn back the hands of time, can we slow them down? Can they be stopped entirely? Even in the second in which the magic vanishes, are there not an endless number of moments that could be experienced?
What if we stop death rather than trying to turn it back? Continue life even though the body has already dead.
After all what is life other than the constant cycle of chemical reactions needed to keep the body going. Each moment following on from the last one until the cycle is broken. All one needs to do is find a way to continue the cycle even after the heart has stopped its beating. To hold on to this world for dear life even after all life is truly gone. To straight that last moment until it lasts for an eternity.
Though to do such a thing would be to resist the worlds truth, to stand against whatever god had forged the world and to fidel with the very nature of the human soul.
This is the story of a body who stumbled upon this very state of eternity and was bound by the eyes of truth to seek out a way to right what wrongs he committed.
The tale of the Frozen Death Alchemist.
Another concept story that I have zero intention of continuing but might be some food for thought to anyone thinking of writing something like this.