Prologue

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The man grumbled, pacing back and forth within a room. His finger nails long bitten away, wrinkles from stress forming on his face. His once sparkling (e/c) eyes were dimming out.

He didn't want harm to come to his daughter, let alone his ex-wife to die for not corporation with him. All she had to do was tell him where that stupid book was, the one from the alchemist, Nicholas Flamel. His journal.

That's all he needed. During their marriage, she only mentioned the book a few times, even then she never showed him where it was. That stupid journal from that immortal.

But he knew of someone who was still alive who knew where the journal was. His own daughter, (y/n).

"I need that stupid book, my aging is showing." Mumbled the man, it's true by now he's about a thousand years old, but that's only because he's an alchemist as well

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The girl spit blood out of her mouth as she was thrown around more. Feeling in her body was long gone, after her mother's lifeless body, as well as her heart ripped out of her body.

Once the men left, the girl slumped against the wall, opposite of her mother. Her hands reached down, looking into her pockets. She came to luck, her phone was still there.

She lightly smiled, calling the police first thing.

"Hello, stare your emergency." The secretary spoke.

"M-My name is (y/n), I have been kidnapped and also have found my mother's body." Her voice croaked out.

"Wait right there, we're on our way, I want you to stay on the line." The woman spoke.

The girl only nodded, her eyes closing as she fell asleep.

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"The true Alchemists do not change lead into gold, they change the world into words." -William H. Gass.

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