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used the Elixir to become immortal, but nobody really knows for sure. Either way, Flamel didn’t want to leave such a powerful matter in the hands of greed after his ‘death’, so he had assigned one of his most trustworthy apprentices to take possession of the Elixir.”
“Why not just destroy the Elixir if it was so dangerous?” I said without thinking. Dove gave me a quick smile that pretty much said, You really think if it were that easy we would be here?
“If that was the case, we wouldn’t be where we are today,” she said, “It’s a matter that can’t be destroyed—it can only be used, or simply locked away in hopes that mankind will forget about its existence.”
Right. Of course. I nodded sheepishly, eager for her to continue.
“As I was saying, Flamel had two apprentices under his wing—Ivan Novak and Guinevere de Blanc. After Flamel’s ‘death’, he had left all of his research notes and his dying will to Guinevere , his favorite pupil as well as his most trusted. That action in itself had caused a rift between the two apprentices. Ivan wanted the notes to become immortal out of greed. Guinevere was the opposite—and it’s something that Flamel had taken notice of.
“But something had happened between the two of them, and there was some horrible accident that had killed Ivan and nearly killed Guinevere herself. She had done the most forbidden act to fulfill her master’s last wish: she took a taste of the Elixir.”
My eyes widened like eating plates, “She became…immortal ?”
“Yes,” Dove said solemnly, “Guinevere spent her life traveling around the world and hiding bits and pieces of the Elixir so no other person could obtain them and suffer. She was an amazing person. Very gifted in her skill.”
“It sounds as if,” I paused, “You know her.”
A small smile graced Dove’s lips. “She is my Mentor. Guinevere took me in when I was a child.”
“Okay,” I said, “So if Guinevere hid away the pieces of the Elixir, why are you trying to find them now? Where is your teacher anyway? Why isn’t she here with you right now?”
Dove’s gentle looking face turned a shade pale; her mouth set in a grim line. “She…she’s gone. She disappeared, after a fight with a rogue alchemist. I haven’t seen…or heard from her for over two months now.”
Any light Dove had in her eyes vanished when she said that sentence. The bright blue eyes seemed to sink in despair as she cast them downwards onto the bedspread. I noticed her clutching folds of the bed between white knuckled fists. Trembling fists.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. This situation felt oddly familiar, but seeing her trembling like a child in front of me…it made my heart hurt. I knew first hand what it was like to have someone just vanish from your life all of a sudden. But in Dove’s case… “If this is too painful—”
“No!” she blurted so suddenly it sent my heart skipping, “I mean, no, it’s fine. This needs to be said. All you really need to know is that she’s just…vanished. I believe that whoever she encountered beforehand is after the Elixir. And I know that she would want me to locate the shard nearest here and move it far away from the hands of a dangerous alchemist.”
“But what makes you think a shard of the Elixir—if it even exists …” For some reason, my brain couldn’t wrap around the fact of some amazing, magical substance that had been broken into pieces could be scattered all over the world—and even here, in Savannah. “What makes you think there’s a shard here at all?”
Dove lifted a shoulder. “A year or so ago, Guinevere all of a sudden decided to recollect all the shards and move them to completely different locations. She wouldn’t say why, but I suspected that there were some alchemists she had become acquainted with were hot on the trail of discovering them. Better to be safe than sorry, correct? She had told us the
“Why not just destroy the Elixir if it was so dangerous?” I said without thinking. Dove gave me a quick smile that pretty much said, You really think if it were that easy we would be here?
“If that was the case, we wouldn’t be where we are today,” she said, “It’s a matter that can’t be destroyed—it can only be used, or simply locked away in hopes that mankind will forget about its existence.”
Right. Of course. I nodded sheepishly, eager for her to continue.
“As I was saying, Flamel had two apprentices under his wing—Ivan Novak and Guinevere de Blanc. After Flamel’s ‘death’, he had left all of his research notes and his dying will to Guinevere , his favorite pupil as well as his most trusted. That action in itself had caused a rift between the two apprentices. Ivan wanted the notes to become immortal out of greed. Guinevere was the opposite—and it’s something that Flamel had taken notice of.
“But something had happened between the two of them, and there was some horrible accident that had killed Ivan and nearly killed Guinevere herself. She had done the most forbidden act to fulfill her master’s last wish: she took a taste of the Elixir.”
My eyes widened like eating plates, “She became…immortal ?”
“Yes,” Dove said solemnly, “Guinevere spent her life traveling around the world and hiding bits and pieces of the Elixir so no other person could obtain them and suffer. She was an amazing person. Very gifted in her skill.”
“It sounds as if,” I paused, “You know her.”
A small smile graced Dove’s lips. “She is my Mentor. Guinevere took me in when I was a child.”
“Okay,” I said, “So if Guinevere hid away the pieces of the Elixir, why are you trying to find them now? Where is your teacher anyway? Why isn’t she here with you right now?”
Dove’s gentle looking face turned a shade pale; her mouth set in a grim line. “She…she’s gone. She disappeared, after a fight with a rogue alchemist. I haven’t seen…or heard from her for over two months now.”
Any light Dove had in her eyes vanished when she said that sentence. The bright blue eyes seemed to sink in despair as she cast them downwards onto the bedspread. I noticed her clutching folds of the bed between white knuckled fists. Trembling fists.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. This situation felt oddly familiar, but seeing her trembling like a child in front of me…it made my heart hurt. I knew first hand what it was like to have someone just vanish from your life all of a sudden. But in Dove’s case… “If this is too painful—”
“No!” she blurted so suddenly it sent my heart skipping, “I mean, no, it’s fine. This needs to be said. All you really need to know is that she’s just…vanished. I believe that whoever she encountered beforehand is after the Elixir. And I know that she would want me to locate the shard nearest here and move it far away from the hands of a dangerous alchemist.”
“But what makes you think a shard of the Elixir—if it even exists …” For some reason, my brain couldn’t wrap around the fact of some amazing, magical substance that had been broken into pieces could be scattered all over the world—and even here, in Savannah. “What makes you think there’s a shard here at all?”
Dove lifted a shoulder. “A year or so ago, Guinevere all of a sudden decided to recollect all the shards and move them to completely different locations. She wouldn’t say why, but I suspected that there were some alchemists she had become acquainted with were hot on the trail of discovering them. Better to be safe than sorry, correct? She had told us the
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