I worked in my isolated laboratory in a little, secret village concealed in the shadow of the old mountains. The aroma of unusual herbs and the sound of bubbling mixtures filled the air. Frequently spoken in a tone that combined wonder and terror, my name was Alaric, the Alchemist. I had been searching for the key to immortality for decades—the ultimate prize.
Having experimented nonstop for years, I was about to make a breakthrough. I made my last tweaks to the potion boiling in a crystal flask one moonless night, as the stars sparkled like old gems. It was a mixture of lost writings, quiet lore, and my own creations. The missing component had been the essential component, an uncommon lunar flower that only flowered once every ten years. As the last drop of flower essence was added, the elixir took on an extraordinary brilliance.
I hesitated, feeling as though centuries of alchemical chase were bearing down on me. I inhaled deeply, brought the flask to my lips, and took a sip.The change happened right away. My body began to feel heated, and then I felt a rush of energy. I noticed a serious sharpness and a strong sensation of connection to the outside world. It was something I had accomplished. I had found the key to immortality.
The change happened right away. My body began to feel heated, and then I felt a rush of energy. I noticed a sharp sensitivity and a strong sensation of connection to the outside world. It was something I had accomplished. I had found the key to eternal life.Months grew into years as days continued to pass. While I stayed unaffected by time, I observed how the town grew older and underwent changes.
I was not affected by the time but my friends and family members was affected. I lost all of them. I couldnt copy my work so i couldnt share it with people. I was not getting older, I was suffering every day. I wanted to suicide, I tried to but It wouldnt work, I was doomed to live forever.