“Heaven we’re going to be late!” my father yelled. It was 3 years later and with a little begging and pleading, I was finally allowed to practice the art of alchemy, as long as I never did it outside of course. I ran down the stairs but tripped and the crystal vase that I was holding shattered into a billion pieces. If it were just an ordinary vase it would have been fine. But that was one of my mother’s favourites.
My mother passed away while giving birth to me; well that’s what they tell me. All I have of her are pictures really and the stories that dad told me of course. I inherited a lot from her it seems. Her violet blonde hair that I just kept dyeing black and her purple eyes. I know that sounds really strange but my eyes are in fact purple. Whenever I’m leaving the mansion I’m forced to wear brown contacts so people wouldn’t ask questions.
My father’s face fell as the vase lay scattered on the floor.
“Sorry daddy,” I placed my hands gently on the ground and with the power of alchemy, returned the vase to its original form of glory.
You see, alchemy is the science of understand an object and it’s make up, splitting the object up into its individual elements and recreating it into something else of the same exact weight. To use the art of alchemy you must draw what they call a transmutation circle, but that became such a hassle that I had one permanently tattooed on the inside of my right palm.
He smiled as the vase went back to normal, “perfect. Now hurry before we’re late.”
It was Sunday morning, the day of church. Although alchemy was against God’s teachings, my father still had a firm belief in God. Me...not so much to be honest. I believed in a higher power but I think Christians exaggerated it for their own selfish reasons. But I went because it made him feel better, it was something that he and my mom did every Sunday and I going with him was like her going with him.
It was a normal Sunday at church; songs, sermons, old people scowling on the way that I dress. Oh yea, it was totally normal, but like I said, normal is just a state of mind.
I walked into the church in what some people consider a school girl’s skirt. You know the really short ones that the anime girls wear with all the pleats? Yup, that’s the same very one, a white one to be exact. Along with a white and purple halter top and silver and purple stilettos. I was the all rounded girl and the church entertainment. But my father, bless his soul, he always encouraged me to be nothing but myself, so that’s what I did every single day.
Once again, just like any other Sunday, I had to sit for 2 hours and listen to the pastor preach on and on about the wrongs of alchemy. It angered me how people bash something when they have no idea how it works. Alchemy could help the world in so many different ways and they just wouldn’t give it a chance because they have their heads too far up Jesus’ ass. No offense to the Holy Ghost but that was nonsense.
It was a silent car ride back to the mansion. Libitnia wasn’t huge but it was big enough that the car ride took an hour.
Libitnia; a tiny island in the middle of Germany, Poland and the Czech Republic. It didn’t appear on the map because it was so small and before a few centuries ago, people thought that the island didn’t exist.
“Dad?” I whispered silently clenching my fists, “why do we continue to go to church if it just insults us and our gifts.”
He did take his eyes off the road. He understood my reasoning but at the same time giving up the only thing he had closest to mom was hard for him. You see, she played an extremely big role in the church. Especially with her voice, she had a chorus like an angel. That’s why they decided to call me Heaven. Well at least that’s the explanation my father gives me. Now that I finally get to go out and socialize, people make fun of my name, Heaven Good, by calling me good heavens, like the exclamation.
“Venny, one day when you fall in love, you too shall understand,” he said smiling slightly. Venny was his affection nickname for me.
I sighed to myself, although going to church brought him great joy, it also reminded him that my mother was no longer alive. Sometimes I felt like he resented me for unintentionally taking her life.
“Now for goodness sake, let that dye vanish and stop using it,” he continued still not taking his eyes off the road.
“But people think it’s weird,” I scowled, “especially at the college.”
I was a student of the Libitnia Community College. I was studying mechanics and physics, it was the closest things to alchemy there was.
He chuckled, “so you want to show off your purple eyes but hide your purple hair? You really are your mother’s daughter.”
I smiled.
We arrived back at the mansion and I skipped upstairs to practice more alchemy. I was good but I still had a lot to learn and there were still so many books in my father’s library that I was yet to read.
“Hi George!” I yelled passing the kitchen. George was the chef, his cooking was the best in Libitnia.
“Hello Miss. Good.”
I tapped back to the kitchen, “George...”
He grinned, “Yes of course, hello Heaven.”
I continued up the stairs and into my room. Now that I really stopped to think about it, most of my stuff was purple. My bedroom walls were lavender and the trimming at the top leading to the ceiling was lilac. Most my clothes were some shade or form or purple as well as my shoes and my jewellery. I wonder what people would think if I they saw that my eyes were really purple...
Oh well, I guess I would never know. Purple eyes to go along with equally shiny purple hair? No way would people think that I’m a freak...NOT!
As the sunset came down on yet another day, I sat at my bedroom window wondering the same thing that I did every day; why can’t I remember?
And to no one’s surprise but my own, the sunset never ever had an answer to give me.
