“What’s alchemy?” I asked.
“It’s an ancient chemistry that’s purpose was to find a way to turn base metals into gold and to create an elixir of life, a.k.a. the Philosopher’s Stone.”
School was over, and I was back with Melody in the lab. Drops of sweat started to form on my forehead as I stood in the hot, stuffy room. There were no windows down there, and yet Melody had on her bright blue hoodie and was rushing about pouring liquids, measuring, and jotting down notes.
“So is that what all this is?” I asked. “Alchemy?”
“Precisely,” she answered.
“Why?”
She came over and had me sit down at a small, round table. She grabbed a book and handed it to me. Secrets of the Alchemists
“Okay, remember those stones I showed you?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Do you really believe in what they are?”
“Yes, I believe you. They’re pieces of the Philosopher’s Stone.”
“Good. Now, I’m kinda in some trouble, Leo.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“I think someone’s going to try and steal them.”
“That’s not good is it?”
“Not at all.”