Hi everyone! here's the next story of The Ivory Alchemist series. If you haven't read the first one (simply titled 'The Ivory Alchemist) go do so please!

Otherwise this will make no sense!

But if you happen to be a reader who has read the previous tale, I'll ask you to sit back and enjoy- please excuse how incredibly short it is, but that's how most prologues of mine turn out- leave a review on your way out! It would be much appreciated and would encourage me to update soon. VERY soon :D :D :D

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gilraenstar

The Ivory Alchemist: Souls of Silence

Prologue

Skye remembered the feeling of being pulled apart bit by bit all too well. No…it wasn't like that. Pulled wasn't the right word. More like torn apart bit by bit.

And she dreaded every second of it. Maybe it was too much this time, She thinks to herself. Maybe…I might not even make it to the gate… The pain increases ten fold, and she whimpers. When it doubles again and the last bit of her is ripped from the real world she can't help it.

She screams out silently into the pure whiteness. She thinks no one hears her, but is proved wrong. She looks up, breathing heavily, and sees the first gate.

"Oh? Looky here!"

Skye spins around, and catches sight of the other, larger version of the first door, and then she sees the dark, shadowy outline of a human. She grimaces at a realization. In this state of truth, her vision remained when it was taken the first she attempted transmutation. Now that she was in this realm… she had regained her ability to see.

"One of my frequent visitors!" says Truth with a wide grin.

"You know what I came for." Skye replies fiercely.

Truth ignores her demand, and keeps talking. "In fact, another of my favorite visitors stopped by today! And for the last time too!" His grin widens, splitting his face in half in a distinctively inhuman way.

"What do you want Truth?" She asks, stepping forward and holding her arms down at her sides, fists clenched. "Take anything. Just give him back," She begs.

"Ahh… you want to try the game of God again?" Truth can't help but laugh sardonically. A vision of her fiancé dances across the whiteness, a memory from her past.

"Not him," She says simply. "Edward. Give me his soul, and you can take anything." She doesn't realize she is crying until she tastes tears on her chapped lips. "You can take everything…"She whispers softly.

"Take?" The white figure snorts. "Oh, now why would I take from you my darling?"

Skye snaps her head up and narrows her onyx eyes.

"Actually," Truth continues, standing slowly. "You've caught me in a rather good mood. I'll give you Edward back…and I'll also gives you something else too, and take nothing." Truth held up one white arm and his hand uncurls, revealing what he had been holding.

Her eyes widen and she gives a tiny gasp. Hovering above the palm of the one many call God, was a shimmering gold form. It shifted shape, and held no single one for more than a second. It seemed like a mix of a liquid and a solid the way it took on it's odd forms, but not really more like one or the other.

"Edo…" She whispers, reaching out toward the little golden soul. He floats over to her whether he knew he was or not, and dances above her head as if happy to be leaving.

"You see...the first time you were here…I took from you the wrong thing." Truth says as he sits back down in front of the large gate, "But," He says, once again smiling heartlessly, "I've come to know that some times even the best of gifts…can have the most terrible affects."

Everything goes black.