Iron – copper – gold – brass, all in order. Weights of individual elements triple checked. The mixture in the vessel carefully prepared under full moon light. Ramon prays silently and turns the faucet.
After three centuries, his ancestor’s secret is about to come to life.
The next few seconds felt like hours. And then the first drop came out. Drops after drops slowly started filling up the tub kept below; the shining, glowing liquid slowly gelling into a golden solid.
Hidden from his view, the liquid punctured the tub and dripped on the earth below, eating it, creating an ever-increasing void.
The ancient alchemists must be smiling from heaven.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. This week the battle of genre for the story i won by fantasy, defeating humor and sci-fi !
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