All Chapters of Arcane Alchemy:The forbidden Rites: Chapter 11
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Arcadia Academy
Soraya:The carriage rolled to a gentle halt before in front of The Academy building.Prince Eldan stepped out first, stretching slightly before offering a polite hand to help the two girls alight. Rhea took it timidly, almost tripping over her dress, while Soraya brushed her skirt and looked around, taking in every detail of the Academy with sharp, calculating eyes.A man dressed in the Academy’s official uniform,a deep blue coat lined with silver threads,approached them quickly. He bowed low. “Good evening, Prince Eldan,” he greeted with respect, then glanced curiously at the two unfamiliar girls. “And... Lady...?”“Lady Soraya of House Elmere,” Soraya said smoothly before he could finish, raising her chin slightly.“Lady Rhea of House Elmere,” Rhea added right after, trying her best to sound noble despite her nerves.The attendant blinked, visibly unsure, but said nothing. They had arrived with the Prince,who was he to question? “Very well,” he said, clearing his throat. “If you’ll
Soul madness
Prince Eldan: The academy courtyard buzzed with excitement that morning,As the new students admired themselves. Soraya adjusted her new academy robe, scoffing at the chatter all around her. “What’s all the excitement about?” she muttered, not really asking anyone. Rhea turned to her, eyes wide with delight. “What do you mean? Of course everyone’s excited,it’s the first day of training!” Soraya rolled her eyes. “Yeah, so exciting” she said dryly. Rhea suddenly waved both hands in the air. “Oh, look! It’s Eldan!” Soraya followed her gaze and saw Prince Eldan across the courtyard, smiling as he waved back at Rhea. But before the friendly wave could go any further, a mocking voice cut through the noise. “Well, look who it is!” sneered Prince Rian approaching them with a few of his friends. "I didn't know you decided to continue," Rian said. "I thought you chickened out," he added with a mocking laugh. His friends also laughed. Eldan said nothing, as he stood literally
Explanation chapter
How the Alchemy of Souls Ritual Works1-Preparation of the Soul VesselsBoth the caster (the one performing the spell) and the recipient (the person to switch souls with) must be physically present.The body must be in a calm, meditative state to receive another soul.The ritual cannot work if one body is weak or dying, unless assisted by powerful alchemy.2-The Soul Stone / Ice StoneA Soul Stone is used , it contains energy capable of containing and transferring souls.It acts as the conduit between the two bodies.The caster channels Chi into the stone, causing it to glow and release an ethereal blue light.3-The Binding CircleA sacred alchemy circle is drawn on the ground using soul dust or special ink infused with Chi.The two participants sit or lie within it, facing each other.The caster recites an ancient incantation invoking the forces of Life and Death to exchange the souls.4-The Chant / IncantationThe spell itself calls upon the “law of balance”,one life for another, on
Bitter sweet mentor
Soraya:The students had gone up to the mountains for classes that morning.In the healing division, Mage Lilura stood before her group of young mages near the foot of the mountain, her long hair swaying gently as she spoke. Her voice was calm. “Remember,” she said, hands hovering over a bowl of shimmering water, “to heal with water, you must first listen to it. Feel its rhythm, its pulse, its song. Magic is not commanded, it is persuaded.”Most students leaned forward in fascination.Except Soraya.She sat cross-armed at the back, eyes half-lidded and a scoff in her mouth. The gentle hum of the water only made her more restless.“I can’t believe I’m stuck here,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. “This is so boring.”Beside her, Rhea stifled a laugh.“Miss Soraya.” Mage Lilura’s voice cut through the air.Soraya flinched slightly and looked up. “Yes, Mage Lilura?”The woman’s eyes fixed on her. “Since you appear to be uninterest
Forbidden Rite
Mage Lysander:The torches along the stone walls of the tomb flickered, as Prince Aziel stood in silent. His hands were clasped behind his back,Beside him,was Lysander.“You brought me here, Your Majesty,” Lysander said."Yes,i brought you here,to show you where it all took place"Aziel spoke."Discuss your findings Lysander"He added.“The Alchemy of Soul,” Lysander began, “requires more than incantations. It demands balance between vessel and spirit. And the medium” He paused, lowering his voice. “the Ice Stone was a relic from the northern sanctums.”Lysander continued" Vanya’s spell book,is not just parchment and ink. It’s an ancient relic itself. A record of methods, patterns, and spells… everything from elemental transmutation to the forbidden rites of soulcraft.”He turned to face the prince fully now, “Whoever possesses that book holds the foundation of Alchemy itself.”“Among them,” Lysander said softly, “is the one we now call the Alchemy of Soul,Though the true Ice Stone rema
History repeats itself
Servant/Mage Zhalik:“Do you think they’re gone?” one of the servants whispered, his voice trembling.The other glanced toward the stone steps that led out of the tomb. The torches had burned low,the only sound was the echo of dripping water. “They won’t be back tonight,” he muttered. “If we don’t leave now, we’ll die down here.”They exchanged a fearful look, the memory of the ritual still burning behind their eyes the circle, the pain, the way their souls had switched.The first servant swallowed hard. “I can’t stay another minute here.”“Then move,” the second hissed, tugging at the ropes around his wrists until they loosened. The fibers tore his skin, but he didn’t stop. When the knots finally gave way, he helped the other free his bindings.They slipped through the dark corridors,away from the tomb.For a moment, they just stood there,confused.“Where do we go?”“The village,” the other said quickly. “Someone will help us.”They ran through the uneven path, barefoot and bleeding,
A grave mistake
Prince Aziel:“State your reports.” The voice of Prince Aziel was heard through the vast council chamber.The nine council members rose from their seats, arranged in a broad semicircle beneath the raised throne.Their silk robes rustled as they bowed.“Let us begin,” Aziel said.The Chief State Councillor Lord Malrek stepped forward first. “Your Highness, an attack occurred in the Lower District last night.People claimed that the creature was… not human.”Murmurs rippled through the semicircle."But luckily Mage Zhalik was there to handle the situation"he added.“Call Mage Zhalik,” Aziel ordered.Footsteps echoed as Mage Zhalik approached the center of the chamber. He bowed slightly."You called for me your majesty"He asked."Yes i did Mage Zhalik,i would love you to explain futher what the creature looked like"Aziel replied.Zhalik began, “The creature was unmistakably a human . Its skin was white as snow, its veins blackened and bulging… it looked like someone who has been corrupted
Unwanted questions
Soraya:Mage Zhalik’s office was cluttered with scrolls andSoraya and Rian sat stiffly in the wooden chairs across from him,both tensed.Zhalik cleared his throat and fixed them with a hard stare.“So,” he began, tapping his quill on the desk, “does either of you care to explain what you were doing outside the Academy last night?”Rian opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again.“Uh… uh… we… I... I…” he stuttered, eyes darting everywhere except at Zhalik.Before he could embarrass himself further, Soraya cut in smoothly.“We went to buy roasted corn.”Silence.Zhalik blinked.Rian blinked.Even the quill stopped tapping.“Roasted… corn?” Zhalik repeated slowly.Soraya nodded with the confidence of a seasoned liar. “Yes. Freshly roasted. The vendor outside the east gate sells them at night. Very crunchy.”Rian, realizing he should support the story, straightened suddenly.“Yes! Crunchy! We... we really wanted corn.”Zhalik stared at them for a long moment, as if waiting for one of t
Combat Alchemy
Mage Lysander entered the noisy classroom and, instantly, all the talking stopped. He walked straight to the chalkboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote in bold strokes.COMBAT ALCHEMY.Then he turned to face the class.“As you all already know, my name is Mage Lysander,” he said,“And I will be taking you all on Combat Alchemy.”He began pacing slowly along the front of the room.“It’s all about learning how to fight with Alchemy.”The students straightened in their seats.“Today,” Lysander continued, “I will be teaching you how to execute a perfect Kairoshot.”He paused, letting the name settle over them.“From the Greek word kairos,” he explained, “meaning ‘opportune moment’or ‘key moment.’”He lifted his hand, and a faint shimmer of alchemical energy flickered across his palm as he began demonstrating.“To perform a proper Kairoshot,” he said, “you must follow four foundational steps.”The entire class watched him,fascinated, alert, not a breath wasted.“One, Visualization. Y
Old Ritual,New Greed
The Chief State Council’s house was dim, every lantern deliberately lowered. Servants had been dismissed hours ago. Only four men remained seated around the heavy carved table,the Chief State Council, the Minister of Defense and War, the Minister of Personnel, and the Minister of Taxation. Powerful men. Greedy men. Men who distrusted each other more than they feared death.A single lantern flickered between them.The Chief State Council tapped the table once, drawing all eyes to him. “It seems,” he said slowly, “someone has begun the Old Ritual again.”A chill went through the room.The Minister of Defense scoffed first, though unease flickered in his eyes. “Impossible. The Alchemy of Souls requires the Ice Stone. Without it, the ritual cannot be performed.”The Chief Council’s lips curved. “And yet… it was performed.”Silence thickened. The Minister of Personnel leaned forward, voice trembling slightly. “Then whoever attempted it… they must have discovered a method that bypasses the