Angst warning! Please duck the flying symbolism.
Ed lounged at the table, idly clapping and shifting a small stone in front of him into odd little figurines. Clap. A flower. Clap. A dog. Clap. A girl. Air, water; to alchemists, even stone was mutable. How was it that stone was easily transformed, yet human flesh, so easily twisted and torn, destroyed those who tried to master it?
Clap. A chimera. Clap. A Sin. Clap… the stone fell to sand under his hand, fist grinding into the table.
He had all the power of a god! Why, why couldn't he change the things that had gone so wrong? Why…?
A clap, and the stone was a stone again. All the power of a god, and he'd give it up in a flash for the ability to turn back time.
sniffle... I haven't gotten as many reviews recently... Please feed the author!
If you don't...uh... I'll write more angst! (unless you like angsty stuff, then it's not a very good threat...)