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Prima Materia
The mixture blackened.I let the contents boil before adding a few ingredients for the whitening, and when the process was complete I settled the mortar on a bed of ice.
Once cooled, I added the seven ingredients for the yellowing, and the solution sparked to life, bursting into a yellow flame.
The last phase was the reddening. At least that's what everyone was told. It had never been seen.
I dropped in the white sand, the fire flared so hot I turned away. When I looked again the mortar contained a misshapen glass-like rock. I held the last item over the flame; an ancient piece of volcanic rock and it twisted in my hand.
The rock pierced my flesh; cursing, I dropped it to the floor and it shattered. I scrambled to pick up the pieces but even as I did I heard the flame sizzle and die.
Again.
Failed again.
Kneeling on the floor, I clenched the rocks tight and the pain brought me back to reality.
I climbed to my feet, preparing myself for the black coal-like substance that always resulted in a failed Philosophers stone.
In a failed attempt at discovering the Prima Materia.
The stone sparkled. All angles and crusted around the edges.
But it sparkled, glowed with inner light.
Like blood.