Summary of the previous episodes:
Viorel has been tortured by his
supposed family who wanted to have him burn in the sun. Strangely
enough the sun didn't burn him as expected but Viorel has no memory of
who he is. Following the advises of his supposed father, he left
Sighișoara and is now traveling to the West. After some skirmish in a
previous city, he found refuge on a boat. Viorel is now in Vienna. The
little problem is that the guy at the inn was a bit of an asshole
and helped capture Viorel thinking he was a vampire, which he is but
nobody needs to know. Now there is a huge man (which I call the colossi)
taking care of Viorel and a priest. They brought a girl. Torture my
holy water... Fail. Viorel managed to confuse everyone, now he would
like to get out of here. But the girl seems pretty useless. They still
managed to escape and he left the girl to the care of the boat lady
before going back to have two words with his captors but his power of
persuasion were failing him. The priest wanted to crack a
deal but Viorel is not really up to help his enemies. He finally got
some blood but he can't risk to stay in Vienna. He travel to Linz were
he stays a bit to learn German.
Viorel wanted to go to Praha but redirect himself toward Augsburg
instead where he wants to get a horse, except that the horses are a bit
scared of his vampirism and maybe something else. Viorel is really not a
horse expert. Then he comes into an altercation with couple of people,
he wants some fear in his blood. The girl Viorel has found seemed to
enjoy the game. Viorel prepares for the nightmares that come with a
feast of blood, in a rush to leave, he cross the dukedom of Lorrain.
We introduced Sorina, three weeks after the beginning of Viorel's escape.
Viorel dreamed of Sorina and woke up not really remembering anything.
Traveling to Paris, he arrives at "La cour des miracles". He is rescued
by a stranger who turned out to be Nicolas Flamel, the alchemist he was
looking for. Nicolas does some strange experiment without Viorel's
agreement. Some people are looking for Nicolas's secrets.
On the other side of Europe, Sorina awakes and Viorel's past in haunting
him. Viorel discovered that he can change into a wolf but that's not
the easiest thing to handle.
“I
will do better,” Nicolas said pushing the second red little box
toward me. “This is for you, I knew you would have to leave us
sooner or later, I would have preferred later to analyse how your
memory was improving by myself but I don’t have a choice. We both
know it is safer for all three of us if you are long gone when they
set a foot in Praha.”
I
opened the box, and took the piece of blue, soft tissue covering it
away. Inside was a very tiny philosopher stone which was glittering
like water in the sun. The white stone was mounted on a chain which I
could wear around my neck, I seized it and pulled it up, it was long
enough to be hiding below my shirt and it was short enough to rest
close to my body so that I would fell it fall.
“I
suggest that you roll the stone in a tissue before wearing it. I
don’t want it to be touched accidentally, especially if you are out
hunting. Travelling can be dangerous and having it in a box, in your
pocket or in a suitcase outside of the carriage isn’t really safe.”
The
stone gave me a shiver as I rolled the blue piece of tissue around
it. I was mine, that’s what the shiver said. It was a strange
sensation, I had the feeling that there was a lot more to the
philosopher stone than what Nicolas has just explained as if it could
have an entity on its own. The little stone I had was a part taken
away from Nicolas, but there was to traces of cut, as if it was its
own, still I knew that the bound was still there between them. I
wasn’t really attached to objects except my sword because it
protected me and my diary because it contained my identity. I knew I
was going to be attached to this small stone as well, I passed the
chain around my neck and hide it in my shirt.
“I
think this is goodbye,” Nicolas said.
I
looked at him as he walked around the desk. He hugged me and kissed
on both cheek, my body startled at the odd sensation, but I let him
do.
“Thank
you,” I said simply, I didn’t know what else to say. “Thank you
for everything.”
Perenelle
gave me the same treatment and they watch me leave with the carriage.
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