Lowk_Noah
Miracles aren't supposed to fall into the hands of reckless alchemists... yet here he is.
The night a glowing orb tumbled into his workshop, everything changed-
his experiments, his luck, the entire rhythm of the city.
The miracle hums to him, answering his thoughts with sparks of possibility.
Doors open. Coins flip in his favor.
The world tilts, curious about the boy who dared to pick up fate with bare hands.
Now everyone wants the orb back-
nobles, mages, thieves, people who definitely shouldn't be trusted with anything that glows.
But he's not letting go.
Not when this miracle feels like the first thing that's ever truly chosen him.
And if chasing luck means outrunning danger, bending the rules, and following the sparks across the kingdom?
Well-
he was never the careful type anyway.