Chapter 1: Recovery
The Stone… he could feel it. No matter what boundaries they put between him and that Red Stone, he still felt it. The tattoos on
his arm glowed as he approached it in his mind's eye. When he created that stone, he had gained all knowledge of alchemy, but since
then, they had not let him out. They had their prize, and now they would let him rot.
It did not matter now, though. He did not want them to let him out, not again. He had taken the lives of those innocent people,
regardless of whether or not it was beyond his control. All that remained was to listen through the steel door as best he could. Every so
often, he would hear words like "Lust" and "Envy," and occasionally "Gluttony" and "Pride." He never understood why he heard this...
until the day they let their guard down. His arms had healed for the most part, but he lacked the material to draw a transmutation circle.
Luckily, he found the door cracked open slightly and he was able to pry it open and sneak away.
He had almost made it out, until he passed Stone Room. He couldn't help but look inside, mesmerized by the lambent glowing. The
Philosopher's Stone was encased in a glass cube, and the pedestal on which it stood contained a massive amount of Red Water, along
with the walls of the room. He step forward in to the red glow, a tragic mistake. The Stone began to react, as well as the Red Water,
with the symbols on his arm. In the darkness of his cell, he never made out what marked seared into his flesh, and the glowing before
was far too dim for him to notice it all.
But now, with so much Red Water, so much Power... He could see it clearly.