It seemed to be just an uneventful afternoon, in the office of the flame alchemist and his team.
For several hours now; it was the usual documents and reports which poured into the stuffy room.
And like always; soldiers who worked under the care of the colonel do their job efficiently and accurately.
As the piles of papers get lesser, an impending queer storm was approaching.
It starts with a simple question, a single unusually serious question…
"I'll like to learn alchemy…"
Was that an unusual question?
From a world where alchemist ruled same ranks of a scientist and biologist
Knowledge which tempts humans, power obtained close to Gods or 'beings'
So, why would a storm appear?
The answer lies with the human who had raised the question.
Our beloved and treasured, to the colonel and to the rest of the office;
….
Jean Havoc
26 September