The sand finally settled and I saw the giant silhouette in front of me. It is the most beautiful and lifelike statue I have ever seen. Even in these murky depths I can see her kohl lined eyes glisten with life imploring me to break the eternal curse that trapped her in this solid state. If I close my eyes I can still feel her hands gently patting my unruly hair. She is my mother.

                I haven’t had the pleasure of sitting at her side since she hid in the mortal world from Mars when the Philopater fell from grace. That was almost two millennia ago. Being part goddess makes me an immortal, someone who always hides from the world. There are a lot of us in this modern world. We all have tragic stories. Even my mother, the Goddess Isis. She was the mother to us all and the invading Romans sealed her great love in this underwater statue that I have searched for since the curse was applied.

                I’m surprised I was able to get this close to her. The immortal children of Mars have blocked the path to my mother since the day she was betrayed to the Romans and their unholy ways. That was when Mars found her and laid the Roman curse on her. They trapped my great mother Isis in this living statue, withholding her love from the world. Roughly a hundred years ago a mystic roamed the dust bowl known as the Fertile Crescent and he granted me an audience. The man told me where I could find earth’s salvation. I suppose this means that some mortals do have worth. Perhaps they can save their own civilization.

                As I stare at my mother’s beautiful face I smile slightly as I make a solemn vow – I will break this curse and bring her love back to the world. For now though, I must protect her in this form.

                I tug on the chain at my waist signaling the crew in the boat above to lower the cedar crate. I will take her home and surround her with the flowers she so adored when she freely roamed the earth. There is an obsidian throne and crown of lapis lazuli waiting for her pleasure. They were all I could save.

                My grandchildren will search the earth for the cure to this curse. I vow that my blood will find the alchemists of today. From the ranks of the alchemist my blood will cull the most talented. Whether it be male or female, Master or Kleopatra they will break this curse or we will all suffer. This much is written in the stone at my mother’s feet.

 

2: Isis Savior - Chapter 1

Sunlight filtered through the stained glass image of Isis in the window causing a colorful rainbow to splay across the vapors rising from an iron cauldron. The deep look of love in the kohl lined eyes of Isis caused the yellows and oranges in the window to provide a warm glow in the dimly lit room. In the shadow of the stained glass goddess stood a fiery haired woman examining the amber colored contents of the cauldron. The rising condensation from the cauldron clung to the ornate red and gold, star shaped pendant at her neck. As she muttered to herself tiny, fiery curls bobbed in the breeze created by the boiling liquid.

A knock on the doorframe caused the flame haired woman to jump as she looked up revealing vivid violet eyes.

“Sorry to disturb you Miss Iseult, but your grandfather wants to see you.”

Iseult smiled brightly and warmly replied, “No problems Penny. I was just working on an experiment. Why don’t you come on in while I take this off the fire?”

Penny shook her head and replied, “No thanks Miss Iseult. I try to stay out of yours and your grandfather’s labs when elixirs are being brewed. Isis only knows what will happen when elixirs are mixed,” Penny finished warily.

Iseult chuckled lightly before replying, “Technically it’s not experimental. This elixir hasn’t been attempted in a hundred and twenty years, it’s only out of practice.”

Penny rolled her eyes and exclaimed, “If it’s that old, Isis knows it’s experimental. Why has no one brewed it?”

Iseult shifted her feet before answering, “Because the last time it was attempted the brewer couldn’t handle the results.” Iseult finished with her violet eyes staring intently at the amber elixir before her.

Penny let out a breath before asking, “Who and Why?”

Without looking up Iseult answered, “I am attempting the Elixir of Youth. References say it allows a person to see through the eyes of a future descendant. If brewed incorrectly it becomes a slow acting poison that drives the drinker insane.

“The Elixir doesn’t always show you something positive either. If a person can’t handle what they see the consequences can be catastrophic. Such was the case with Jacinda Feldson.

“She never told anyone what she saw, but in the end she committed a horrific string of grisly murders across London,” Iseult explained.

Penny looked quizzical for a moment before saying, “I don’t remember that one in history class.”

Iseult raised an eyebrow and stated, “Jack the Ripper.”

Penny’s dark eyebrows rose to meet her hairline before dryly commenting, “You alchemists get all the good bits of history. Isis knows all we were ever taught were dry, boring facts that I still haven’t used.

“Why would you brew that and is it safe for you to stamp out the fire? I don’t want any noxious fumes in this lab.”

Iseult quirked her thin lips and nodded as she answered, “Simply to see if I can. As it stands I’m at the cooling point now. According to the research I should be able to let it stabilize in the cauldron for twenty hours before the next step.” As she finished Iseult slowly reached down to extinguish her fire. Quickly walking over to the counter Iseult picked up a heavy iron lid and covered her elixir so she could see what her grandfather wanted.

Iseult and Penny made their way from the third story of the old house to the ground floor and out to the greenhouse. Neither noticed the glowing eyes of Isis follow them out the door.

It took the pair ten minutes to reach the greenhouse and when they did Penny bid Iseult a fair day. Iseult smiled at Penny before turning and opening the door to the glass encased room.

Iseult took in a deep breath as she strode past shrubs and vines that gave the air an almost sweet quality. The air in the greenhouse was enough to give Iseult a lightheaded feeling – the amount of fresh oxygen in this room was staggering.  Iseult smiled at the purity and diversity of life in this greenhouse.

Purity was the first tenet of Alchemy that the Goddess Isis set forth. Purity was followed by life. Life begat matter and matter begat life. In this way the circle continued. Iseult carefully made her way around the mosaic stepping stones until she could see her grandfather’s white hair at the bistro table. This had always been a special place for the two of them. Ever since Iseult was little they had come here for peace and celebration. When life became too complicated this was their sanctuary.

As Iseult moved closer to the little table she noticed that there was another person present. From this vantage point Iseult could tell that it was a man with hair that seemed to match hers. The closer she got, the more Iseult could pick out features of the man, such as his broad shoulders and deep baritone. Iseult also noted that he was dressed in a vibrant blue top that matched his black slacks. Slacks that were barely visible from underneath the table.

When she was barely a foot away from the table Iseult asked, “You wanted to see me, Grandfather?” Iseult’s melodic voice caused the seated man to jump.

The wrinkles in the old man’s face broke out into a wide grin and his vivid blue eyes sparkled like the sun. “Yes, my child, I did. It seems that your mother has been up to her usual nasty games again,” Grandfather finished sagely.  All the while the broad smile never left his face.

Iseult groaned as she walked around and plopped down into the other chair. “Now what has Gwendolyn done?”

The red haired man chuckled at the amount of sarcasm in Iseult’s voice. Grandfather just rolled his twinkling blue eyes as he responded, “She contacted your father. He is the man sitting across from you.

“Brady Dara meet your daughter, Iseult. Iseult this is your father, Brady Dara, jeweler to the crown,” Grandfather finished whimsically.

At the mention of father, Iseult’s dark violet eyes widened to cover the top half of her face. “Really,” Iseult softly exclaimed.

“Have I ever lied to you before child,” Grandfather as wryly.

Iseult shook her head as Brady smiled at her. After letting the news sink in for a moment Brady explained, “She never told me about you, but with that hair it’s plain as day that you are mine. I realize that you are old enough not to need me, but if you and your grandfather allow, I would like to be a part of your life,” he finished calmly.

“Just her hair? Isis! You ought to see the colors she tends to wear,” Grandfather interjected causing Brady and Iseult to chuckle lightly. It was true that Iseult tended to wear the deepest tones she could find. For instance today she was wearing an emerald green blouse and a pair of blue jeans.

Worry flashed through Iseult’s purple eyes as she glanced at her grandfather who merely nodded at her. Calmly Iseult asked, “My studies don’t concern you?”

Brady looked at his newly discovered daughter and explained, “When your mother and I were together she introduced me to your Grandfather and his beliefs. While I don’t pretend to understand those beliefs and practices I do find them fascinating. Just don’t go blowing anything up on me,” Brady finished wryly.

With an indignant look on her pretty face Iseult insisted, “I haven’t blown anything up in ages.” Hearty laughter followed this statement.

As the trio settled down Penny brought them soup and sandwiches for lunch. “Thank you Penny,” Iseult intoned politely as Penny walked away silently.

Brady looked curiously at Iseult as he asked, “Why do you call your mother by her given name?”

Sadness haunted Iseults violet eyes as she explained, “Isis knows that you have asked the most difficult question first but, Gwendolyn absolutely hates me. The minute she had me, Gwendolyn abandoned me. She left me in the hospital where Grandfather found me.

“The last time I saw her I was five and Gwendolyn fussed about how I was nothing and she never wanted to see me again. Three days after that Grandfather received court papers telling him that Gwendolyn signed off all parental rights to me. Those papers also granted him full legal custody.

“Isis teaches us that a mother isn’t supposed to be cold, callous, and spiteful. The title of mother should be honored and respected. One thing I don’t have for that woman is respect so why should I call her by a title that, by rights, should be respected,” Iseult finished woefully.

Brady nodded his head in understanding as they continued with their lunch.

 

3: Isis' Savior - Chapter 2

After lunch that sunny day, Brady stopped by once a week to visit while Grandfather brewed elixirs in his lab. For the last month in the heat of summer Brady and Iseult would sit and have a quiet lunch getting to know one another in the greenhouse.

There would be a third party at lunch today. Brady was bringing his wife, Athene, and Iseult was nervous. She had never gotten along with women in authority. After what Gwendolyn did to her, Iseult doubted if she would ever be comfortable with maternal women in particular.

As Iseult was pacing the dark wood floors of the entryway she heard Grandfather chuckle, “Pacing won’t make him show up any earlier Iseult. The only thing you are accomplishing is wearing a hole in the floor and if you don’t stop, Penny will have to contact someone to restore the floor,” he finished with a smile.

Iseult gave Grandfather half a smile as she stopped in front of him and asked anxiously, “What if she doesn’t like me?”

Grandfather gave Iseult a stern look before assuredly replying, “Athene isn’t like Gwendolyn. She will neither abandon you nor treat you like scum. To my knowledge Athene doesn’t know how to treat anyone as coldly as Gwendolyn does.

“Athene is a warm hearted and kind person. Very different from the type of mother you are used to dealing with.

“Before they get here, what are you brewing that requires you to use moonflowers,” Grandfather asked.

Iseult thought for a moment before answering steadfastly, “The Elixir of Youth.”

Grandfather stood up straighter than an arrow before exclaiming, “Iseult that hasn’t been brewed in over a hundred years! The council banned it for a reason!”

Iseult looked at her grandfather and smirked, “They didn’t ban it. They simply locked it away and since I can’t get into the Library, I had to work from general knowledge that I scavenged at the Fabula Stacia. One of our main tenants is that no knowledge should be hidden from mankind. Besides, the primary role of alchemy is that the alchemist must discover the recipes on their own,” Iseult reasoned.

Grandfather shook his head before he lectured, “You can go to the Library of Alexandria any time you ask, young lady. I will happily take you there as I can always do some research of my own. Other than that, I can’t fault your logic. Remember, just because you can brew something doesn’t mean you should. I can’t stop you from going to the Fabula Stacia, but for the sake of my already white hair, be careful when you go there and don’t let the Rangers catch you. The Fabula Stacia could ruin your reputation – not to mention your life. I’m not Isis, I won’t always be able to protect you.

“Now that I have the responsible part out of the way, has it turned out,” he asked excitedly.

Iseult grinned before answering, “According to the research it’s right. Due to the powdered moonflowers it won’t be ready to try for another three days.”

Excitement lit up his blue eyes as Grandfather requested, “Let me be there when you try it. I don’t want you to end up like Jacinda. One day you will make a fine Kleopatra,” he finished with pride.

The title of a female Master Alchemist was that of Kleopatra. To hear that Grandfather thought she could achieve that rank was a boost to Iseult’s confidence. Iseult nodded vigorously to let Grandfather know that he would be present when she tried the Elixir of Youth. After Jacinda had committed her murder spree the Alchemists Council had forced her to drink the Oblivion Elixir. Iseult didn’t want to be forced to forget all she had learned and everyone she knew.

Iseult knew Grandfather would want to be there when she tried it. Grandfather had just as much of a thirst for lost Elixirs as Iseult did, and the ability to see one that hadn’t been produced in over a hundred years was enticing to them both.

As Iseult finished her nod the duo heard tires pulling up the crushed gravel driveway. With a smile Grandfather whispered, “Go, greet your guests this fine day. I’ll be in my lab when you’re done.”

Iseult nodded once more before opening the heavy red oak door and stepping into the sunshine to watch her father and his wife step out of a sleek black sedan. With an easy smile on her face, Iseult opened the heavy oak door.

When Iseult was a few steps from the sedan her father greeted, “Good afternoon, Iseult. This is my wife, Athene.” Brady gestured towards the svelte woman at her side. Athene had ravens black hair peppered with cinnamon colored highlights and angular features. Her eyes were a light bubbly shade of blue. Just looking at Athene gave Iseult a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Welcome, Athene,” Iseult greeted warmly, “I hope you’re hungry. Penny made a delightful lunch for us today. Isis know that if we don’t do justice to her lunch, Penny will be insulted,” Iseult finished with a smile.

Athene smiled brightly at Iseult as she replied, “It’s nice to meet you, Iseult. Your dad’s told me a lot about you. As for lunch, lead the way.”

Iseult nodded and stretched an arm out in the universal sign that said, ‘follow me’. Iseult led Brady and Athene around the back of the manor house along a mosaic stepping stone path. In the distance they could see a large glass greenhouse with three separate partitions. From this vantage point each pane of glass was separated by black iron. The panes on the greenhouse were clear with no sign of water damage. In front of the greenhouse, on either side of the door, was two life sized statues of the goddess Isis. The bottom of the goddess’ feet were covered with lapis lazuli.

As they got closer to the greenhouse Brady and Athene could make out different shades of green. Brady and Athene had to divert their attention from the many colorful plants that lined the mosaic walkway. There was so much lush life to be seen along this path that both of the older generation knew they could get lost without a guide.

Before sweat could gather on anyone’s brow they were at the door of the greenhouse. A surprised gasp interrupted the peace as Iseult reached for the door handle. Turning on her heel Iseult looked at Athene and asked, “Is everything all right?”

Athene vigorously nodded her dark head before replying, “Sorry, yes. It's just that I’ve never seen such beauty before,” Athene replied breathlessly.

Iseult gave a wry smile before quietly replying, “It is beautiful, isn’t it?”

The look of sheer awe on her guests face had Iseult smiling contently. They had very few guests at the manor and the sight of the greenhouse never failed to shock any of them. Iseult remembered when Brady had left after his first visit, the man was practically in shock. Iseult still smiled at the memory of that day.

As Iseult led her guests through the winding pathway towards the back of the greenhouse she could hear Athene gasp in delight at the various plants on display. Hoping to get lunch off to a wonderful start Iseult asked, “Do you have a favorite plant Athene?”

Athene’s soft melodic voice replied, “Anything with color. I’ve never seen so many shades of green in one place before,” Athene finished with a smile.

By this time the trio had reached the little bistro set in the back of the greenhouse. Iseult gestured for her guests to sit as she quickly explained, “Grandfather and I maintain this greenhouse ourselves. For years this has been the place to escape from the people in the world around us,” Iseult finished with a soft smile.

As Iseult looked over lunch on the little wire table she was amazed yet again by Penny’s thoughtfulness. Today’s lunch consisted of a fresh fruit salad, cold sandwiches, and fresh apple cider.

Iseult observed the faces of Brady and Athene as they took in the sight of lunch. The trio held a pleasant conversation while they ate. Halfway through the meal Penny approached the little bistro set.

When Iseult heard Penny’s footsteps she glanced up. Upon noticing the troubled look etched on Penny’s strong face Iseult put her fork down. Iseult quietly asked Brady and Athene if they would excuse her for a moment while she found out what had Penny worried.

Iseult quickly walked over to Penny and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Rather than saying anything Penny handed Iseult a folded sheet of paper. Iseult gave Penny a quizzical look before accepting the paper. Quickly Iseult opened the paper and her face paled. With barely restrained panic Iseult asked, “Where did you get this?”

Penny shook her head slightly and whispered, “From his lab. I went to take him lunch and he wasn’t there,” Penny finished shakily.

Iseult’s purple eyes widened to the size of saucers as she asked incredulously, “His lab? Penny are you sure? Grandfather’s lab is protected by Isis,” Iseult exclaimed.

As Penny nodded her head Grady approached the two women and asked, “Is everything all right?”

Iseult turned on her heels and looked at Brady with fear in her eyes before replying, “I don’t think so.”

 

4: Isis' Savior - Chapter 3

For the first time in her life Iseult was witnessing the impossible as it happened. Someone had broken into grandfather’s lab and kidnapped him. Grandfather had invented the impenetrable Isis runes and elixir combination years ago and someone had finally broken them. After Penny had bought her the ransom note Iseult turned to her guests and asked them if it would be possible to postpone their lunch.

Both Brady and Athene quickly accepted this and asked if there was anything they could do to help. Iseult politely told them that right now she would have to inform the proper authorities. Unfortunately the proper authorities were not the police.

Iseult had no choice but to contact the Rangers. No matter how low or how you rank in the Alchemy Guild, if you had a problem you called the Rangers. They were the police of the Alchemical World. Iseult had plenty of patience, but right now her temper was barely simmering beneath the surface.

Her grandfather had been abducted and the Rangers were questioning her. If that wasn’t bad enough the head of the Alchemy Counsel, Evander, was demanding to know what grandfather had been working on at the time of his disappearance.

“What projects was he working on,” Evander demanded in a harsh tone, his bald head reflecting the multi-colored light from the stained glass in the entryway.

      

Iseult let out a deep breath and replied, “Your questions are out of line Master Evander. Our tenets say that what we work on is our own business. Just because I am young doesn’t mean I am ignorant,” Iseult firmly stated with defiance shining in her purple eyes.

“You see here young lady, this is an official investigation. If anything in your grandfather’s lab can tell us who took him or what happened to him the Rangers have a right to know,” Master Alchemist Evander insisted pompously.

Anger flared like lightning in Iseult’s vivid purple eyes as she stubbornly insisted, “Never in the history of our ancient culture has a Master Alchemist insisted on seeing a Senior Journeyman’s private lab. You’re crossing a dangerous line, Master Evander,” Iseult insisted.

In the face of Iseult’s continued insistence that no one set foot in her grandfather’s lab the Master Alchemist began to turn a shade of mottled red. Before the Master Alchemist could insist on seeing a sacred lab again another voice intoned, “The Junior Journeyman has the right of it, Master Alchemist.”

The newest person to find their way into this conversation was wearing a black suit with a white undershirt and a striped pencil tie. His fawn colored hair was worn in a buzz cut and his eyes hidden behind sunglasses.

Seeing the new person Iseult asked, “Who are you to be in this manor Sir?”

The suited man officially replied, “Crown Protective Services, Miss Iseult. I am Detective Otokar. Your grandfather is a person of great interest to us.”

Iseult breathed a sigh of relief before replying, “Thank you for your courtesy Detective Otokar. Is there a reason the crown is interested in my grandfather’s disappearance?”

Detective Otokar shook his fawn colored hair as he answered, “As you well know your grandfather has had a close working relationship with the Royal Family. We were informed that your grandfather was kidnapped and the crown has every intention of helping you get him back if he is still alive.”

With this revealing information Iseult softly asked, “How much do you know?”

Detective Otokar raised a fawn colored eyebrow and replied, “When I first started in the Crown Service I introduced your grandfather to the King. It has proven to be a mutually beneficial relationship over the years.

“Each member of the royal family wears a protective amulet that your grandfather designed. I believe he called them Isis Amulets. If whoever took your grandfather can break the protections on the amulets, protective services needs to know,” the detective insisted.

Upon hearing this Master Alchemist Evander derisively replied, “Amulets can’t be broken. You outsiders really need to mind your own business.”

The detective’s shaded eyes gazed at the master alchemist before replying, “They can be broken by the alchemist who brewed and forged them.”

Iseult’s eyes widened as the implications sunk in. This detective knew more about the secretive ways of the alchemists than any outsider had a right to know. In an icy tone of voice Iseult demanded, “Who told you of us?”

The detective smirked snidely at Iseult before replying, “Almost ten years ago I had a brother join the Alchemists Guild. Alfred was as smart as they came. Unfortunately he tried to move forward too fast and the elixir he was brewing exploded incinerating him in the crossfire.”

Iseult thought for a few moments before nodding her head offering her condolences. “I’ve read about your brother and am sorry for your loss. I’ve been practicing alchemy all my life and I would not have tried to brew that Elixir.

“The Elixir of the Angels is a master level compound, that even the highest ranked among us are reluctant to try. One wrong blink during the brewing process can spell disaster. The fact that he even attempted it says a lot about what your brother was capable of.

“With that said, I hope you can understand why I cannot let you or anyone else into my grandfather’s lab.”

Detective Otokar gave a wry smile before replying, “Thank you. I can work within your religious structures, but I need to know how your grandfather disappeared.”

Iseult closed her eyes before replying, “Detective, I’ll tell you the same thing I told the Rangers. Whoever took him left us a note with the runes for door on it.”

Detective Otokar’s eyes rose as she asked, “Do you still have the piece of paper?”

Iseult shook her head as she cautiously answered, “I turned it over to the Rangers. I’m sure you’re aware that any crime having to do with alchemist goes through the Rangers,” Iseult tiredly explained.

Detective Otokar let out a violent breath as he tried to control his temper. “The Rangers don’t share information, Miss Iseult. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?”

Before Iseult could reply Master Alchemist Evander hurriedly insisted, “We don’t answer to crown law. It’s in our religious writ. Now if you don’t mind, Detective, Miss Iseult has had a trying day. Perhaps you could come back later,” Evander finished condescendingly.

This sudden defense by Evander had Iseult eyeing the Master Alchemist with puzzlement and distrust. Unfortunately Iseult didn’t get the chance to question the senior master in the Guild. At that moment a bright flash of lightning struck the floor of the entranceway where they all stood. The searing pattern left by the lightening was the shield of Mars

The sight of that dreaded symbol caused the Alchemists in the room to tremble. Mars, the Roman god of war, was the one to place the curse on Mother Isis.

Over the year the children of Mars tried to eradicate the beliefs of the Alchemists to no avail. As hard as the children of Mars tried to destroy them, the children of Isis tried even harder to find her. She was their hope and their personification of life.

Chills reigned supreme when the lightening died away a piece of cream colored parchment lay on top a pile of ashes. The static in the air alerted the Rangers that were scouring the house. Within moments several Rangers formed a semi-circle are the three already in the large entranceway.

The white hot heat and bright light caused the three to jump back in surprise. After she had gained her senses Iseult slowly reached for the paper on the floor. When she touched the heavy paper with her right hand an arch of electricity could be seen jumping between the two. The heat of the shock forced Iseult to cry out in pain.

While her reflexes told her to drop the paper Iseult found that she couldn’t. The electric shock had fused the paper to her skin, melting into her palm and fingers. The horror in Iseult’s purple eyes was reflected in the steel gray eyes of Master Alchemist Evander.

Having only heard tales of the Guild, Detective Otokar asked, “What was that?”

With a low growl Master Alchemist Evander answered, “The blackest of all arts. Whoever took the Senior Journeyman has dabbled in Human Blood Bonding Rituals. The Council banned these rituals years ago.

“Journeyman Iseult, do you have anything to minimize the consequences of these dark actions,” Evander asked hurriedly.

At the announcement of the Human Blood Bonding Rituals the Rangers around the trio gasped as every member of the group reached up to grab the protection amulets that hung from their necks.

Iseult on the other hand was cringing in pain as silent tears leaked from her bloodshot eyes.

Seeing that he wasn’t getting through Evander asked more forcefully, “Journeyman, do you have any clarifying elixirs on hand.” This time Evander’s harsh voice broke through Iseult’s haze of pain.

Taking a few steadying breaths Iseult choked out a barely audible, “Yes.”

With a slow breath Evander informed Detective Otokar, “You’ll have to go with Iseult to keep her conscious.”

“Why?”

“The journeyman was right earlier. Unless it is a public lab a practicing Alchemist cannot enter another’s lab without dire consequences. It’s one of the prices we pay for keeping our ways as secretive as they are,” was the curt explanation.

The detective nodded his head as he extended his arm for Iseult to lean on. Iseult declined the offer of help as she turned around and slowly made her way past the guards and into the house proper.

When Iseult had her back turned Evander motioned for three of the Rangers to follow them.

 

5: Isis' Savior - Chapter 4

 

With each step Iseult took her breathing became more labored. With Iseult unable to concentrate on anything other than staying upright the conversation among the small group was nonexistent. This gave the Rangers and the detective time to look at the dark wood and plush carpeting of the manor.

Sturdy, overstuffed chairs and low tables were in many of the rooms that they passed. The railings to the stairs were decorated with spirals and inlaid gems. The transition pieces on the floor looked like rivers of colorful gems inlaid in blue. Images of the goddess Isis seemed to emerge from the doorways.

When the small party finally reached the third floor they were met by Penny, who gasped in shock when she saw Iseult.

“Miss Iseult I’ve seen you covered in glass shards and not hurt as much. What happened,” Penny asked anxiously.

“He hurts,” Iseult gasped. Not understanding what Iseult meant, Penny nodded her head solemnly.

Being this close to her lab allowed Iseult to think a little clearer. She leaned heavily on the solid wood walls with each step. The occasional stumble saw Iseult resting a hand on a statue of Isis, from which she seemed to gain strength. Finally the small group was at the door of Iseult’s lab.

Detective Otokar shook his head when he saw the intricate iron nob on the sturdy door. This house had more heavy wood and cast iron in it than a medieval church.

When Iseult’s hand touched the door knob the handle glowed a brilliant orange. As Penny and the Rangers took positions around the door of the lab, Detective Otokar and Iseult stepped inside.

Before Iseult could say anything the detective guided her over to the stuffed armchair that sat in front of the stained glass window. The moment that Iseult sat down the pain began to slowly seep from her body. When Iseult could raise her head once more she smiled at the detective and said, “Thank you for the assistance, detective. Would you please go over to the large book case and bring me the purple vial from the top shelf?”

Iseult’s quiet voice was full of gratitude as the detective did as she asked. When the detective grabbed the requested bottle it began to gently warm in his hand.

Noticing his curious expression Iseult explained, “The Affliction Cleansing Elixir heats up when it moves. Normally this Elixir is a light lavender in color.

“I have modified this slightly to include a pain dampener for both parties involved in this despicable atrocity,” Iseult finished informatively.

“What’s so wrong about this Ritual,” the detective asked as he handed Iseult the small vial.

Iseult swallowed the contents of the vial and closed her eyes. When she opened her vivid purple eyes an unholy light seemed to shine from within them. The detective took a step back as Iseult began to explain.

“It involves human sacrifice. Mother Isis teaches us that all life is sacred. The scarring and harming of another human soul tarnishes only the one doing the damage.

“In our Code of Ethics harming another soul is a sin that not even the Angeni can grant atonement for. Basically someone has damned their own soul,” Iseult quietly explained.

The detective shot Iseult a puzzled look before asking, “I’m sorry, but who are the Angeni?”

Iseult shook her fiery mane as she answered, “The Angeni are responsible for our souls.”

“They’re priests,” Detective Otokar questioned.

“The Angeni are more than priests. They are also healers and gatekeepers to the land of the Gods.”

“You people don’t have just one god?”

“No. We believe in many gods. Think of it this way – power corrupts. If you put all that responsibility and power into the hands of one person, what would you get?”

“God.”

“No. A megalomaniac.”

“Insulting the beliefs of more than two billion people is a bit harsh, don’t you think?”

“Our beliefs were around for thousands of years before theirs and we are the ones that are currently belittled. Besides, I never put down their religious beliefs. I merely explained ours,” Iseult finished firmly.

As the Affliction Cleansing Elixir worked its way through Iseult, Detective Otokar raised both of his eyebrows. Giving Iseult a hard look he said, “I hadn’t thought of it like that. If it’s all the same to you though, I’ll keep my own view of things.”

Iseult merely nodded as her back finally began to relax. Smiling softly Iseult rose from her chair and began to walk out of her lab.

Detective Otokar did a double take. “What are you doing?”

Iseult looked behind her and stated, “Work needs to be done. With the physical pain lessened I need to speak with Master Evander.

“If we don’t find Grandfather, a lot of people will be in trouble. The least of which is the crown you serve,” Iseult finished gravely.

“What the hell did you just take? I’ve never seen any medication relieve pain as fast as what you just swallowed,” detective Otokar interrogated.

Iseult gave the detective an annoyed look and responded, “I told you earlier. It’s called the Affliction Cleansing Elixir. While it’s not as effective as the Elixir of Angels it is effective. Neither potion is easy to brew,” Iseult proudly stated.

“Indeed it isn’t. How long have you been able to brew that Journeyman Iseult,” Master Evander asked from the doorway.

Iseult gave a slight jump at the intrusion of another voice. Looking Master Evander squarely in the face Iseult replied, “A couple years now. I’ve even modified this particular recipe to dull the emotional pain of the connection.”

Master Evander cocked his head and asked, “You do realize that the Afflicting Cleansing Elixir is well and truly at the rank of Master? Where did you learn the recipe from,” Master Evander grilled sharply.

Iseult nodded her fiery curls with a defiant smirk on her face. When Iseult spoke it was in a whisper so low that people could barely understand what she said, “Like any Journeyman, I discovered it for myself. Grandfather took me to the Library of Alexandria multiple times. I put my trips there to good use. Many of the scrolls have references to elixirs that have been lost to the ages.

“I’ll tell you again Master Evander, just because I am young doesn’t mean that I am stupid,” Iseult firmly reiterated.

Once more Master Evander found himself bowing his bald pate to someone far younger than him. This time though his face, as well as his crown, were red. Whether that color was in anger or shame was anybody’s guess. Through gritted teeth Master Evander demanded, “What did the parchment say?”

“How do you know its parchment,” detective Otokar interjected imperiously.

“Any alchemist worth his vials and powders only uses parchment paper,” master Evander sneered.

Defensively detective Otokar raised his hands and said, “Hey, the only information I possess about alchemy is from my brother. Need I remind you that he is ten years gone,” detective Otokar shot back.

“It’s not the Alchemists that need reminding, detective,” a deep baritone said from behind the small crowd of people outside Iseult lab.

 

6: Isis' Savior - Chapter 5

This new voice caught everyone by surprise. The newcomers mouse brown hair and meek eyes fooled no one. In the doorway to Iseult’s private lab stood the stocky form of King Cyrus. Iseult’s violet eyes widened as she respectfully greeted, “Welcome to my home, Your Majesty. Perhaps we could take this discussion somewhere a little more comfortable,” Iseult finished in a congenial tone.

With a commanding smile on his square jaw the king replied, “That would be wonderful, Iseult. Before we walk any further are you capable of walking without assistance,” Cyrus asked with caution.

Iseult gave a dry smile before motioning for everyone to follow her into a comfortable sitting room. Within several minutes the Rangers, Master Evander, the King, Iseult, and penny were in scone in the room made of dark cherry wood. Plush chairs covered in velour were dotted around the room. The moment Iseult walked into the room she reached a hand to the doorframe and caressed the form of Isis that had been carved there.

Before anyone had a chance to sit down a fire began to roar in the stone hearth. Noting this the king looked at Iseult and jokingly asked, “It’s a bit warm out for that, don’t you think?” All Iseult did was shrug her shoulders as she gestured for everyone to make themselves comfortable.

When everyone had settled into the plush chairs the king began, “Iseult you have my condolences for the way you have been treated by my emissary. I had hoped he would be able to overlook the loss of his brother. Unfortunately detective Otokar is the only one of my guards who is aware of Alchemy.

“Do you have any idea what happened to your grandfather?”

Iseult took a deep breath before replying, “As you know, Sire, grandfather had his lab warded beyond belief. The only way someone could have gotten to him from within the sanctity of his lab would require a runic ward breaker. Currently there is only one person alive capable of breaking grandfather’s custom Isis wards.

“Whether or not that alchemist broke into the lab isn’t as important as why he broke into it,” Iseult explained patiently.

The king looked puzzled for a moment as he asked, “You know this person’s name? He needs a reason to break into your grandfather’s lab?”

Iseult solemnly nodded before answering, “It is my opinion, and I’m not sure if the Rangers agree with me, that Master Alchemist Patrik has abducted grandfather for reasons unknown.”

Seeing that the king was about to question again Master Alchemist Evander hurriedly continued for Iseult, “Unfortunately, Your Majesty, that is an answer we can’t give you because it is impossible for us to question the people that would pay Master Alchemist Patrik to break into another alchemists lab.”

With a huff of annoyance the king looked at Iseult and demanded, “What exactly does he mean, in English?”

Iseult bowed her head and gazed at her arm before raising it and looking at Master Alchemist Evander. Journeyman and Master Alchemist held a silent conversation before both glanced at the Rangers in the room. For a short span of time nobody dared to utter a word, but finally Master Alchemist Evander bowed his shiny pate towards Iseult.

Iseult let out a deep breath before beginning, “Your Majesty, you have known me since I was a child. I remember you negotiating with my grandfather a price for the protective amulets that you and yours wear. With the amount of time you’ve spent in this manner you know more information about the Alchemists than any other outsider.

“Unfortunately you do not know all about us or those that constrain our wishes. For the past three generations one particular family has held supremacy on the Council. That is the Aeilius family.

“Members of the Aeilius family are wealthy and talented. Both facts have gone to their collective heads over the years as they used their gifts to take over our world. Unfortunately, they control two of the five seats on the Council.”

The dull brown eyes of King Cyrus were puzzled as he asked, “You mean to tell me that the corruption in your ranks runs so deep that you cannot touch those who would harm you?” The king’s square jaw radiated befuddlement and condemnation as he asked this question.

Both Iseult and Master Evander bowed their head in acknowledgment of the king’s statement.

As the Kings pale cheeks turned an angry red he growled, “Basically, you’re telling me that the people who kidnapped your grandfather are untouchable. This leaves me with a dilemma.

“Iseult, your grandfather is responsible for the mystical safety of my family. At this point I’m not sure what frightens me more. The fact that your grandfather was taken from an impenetrable room or the fact that my own family could be threatened.

“I don’t pretend to know the mysteries of your craft, but I do know that you need to fix this.

“In order to facilitate your work, my entire security force and their resources are at your disposal.

“To that end I am going to name detective Otokar special envoy between you and the palace,” the King finished solemnly before turning his steady gaze onto the detective, “Detective, for the sake of all of us I hope you can rein in your disbelief and sorrow for a religion that has never aligned perfectly with your own views,” the king firmly commanded.

The finality in this statement caused everyone in the room to bow their head in something approaching reference.

With a bowed head Iseult took a deep breath before raising her eyes to meet those of the king, “Your Majesty while I would love nothing more than to see a semblance of sanity restored to my world, I feel I must warn you that rescuing my grandfather may not be an easy task.”

As anger settled in to the king’s face he looked at Iseult once more and said, “I realize that, but I have no other choice than to make this known.”

As tension started to knot Iseult’s shoulders, she hoarsely whispered, “You’re asking too much of me!”

The king firmly responded, “You’ve left me with no choice! The Master of your Council has admitted that there is nothing he can do to the people that have kidnapped the one person responsible for the safety of my family. The appointment goes through.”

So firm was the king that even Master Evander looked up at this. “Journeyman, what does the king mean,” Evander demanded.

Iseult bowed her flame colored tresses once more before answering the head of her guild with muted solemnity. “For a few years now, His Majesty has been trying to reinstate the position of Royal Alchemist. He has also insisted that I be the one to serve in that capacity. Up till now I have been able to avoid that posting,” Iseult finished with a heavy heart.

Evander’s pale eyes went wide with shock. “The Council has heard nothing about this,” Evander incredulously directed to the King.

“The appointments that I make are of my own choosing, and since I keep my own Council on many matters, you wouldn’t. If I want to reinstate the position of Royal Alchemist than I will choose who holds that position.

“Besides you just admitted to the amount of corruption in your own Guild, why should I trust someone of your choosing,” the king asked pointedly with a sneer on his face.

The chastisement from the king had Evander bowing his head once more. With a million thoughts running through his head, Evander challenged, “The Journeyman clearly implied that she doesn’t want this position.”

The king smirked, “It’s been decided. Journeyman Iseult will represent the Alchemists Guild in my government.

“Your treaties state that the ruling Monarch has the power to appoint and dismiss representative of your Guild,” the King said with a cocky smile.

Seeing that he was getting nowhere with the king master Evander turned on Iseult. “Do you value our ways so little that you would not fight this appointment? You know that the position of Alchemic Representative must be fulfilled by someone with a Masters rank!”

By the time that Evander finished his derogatory rant his face was the color of a tomato and Iseult had sunk further in the chair, her face matching the color of her hair.

That accusation was the last straw for Iseult – not to mention the Rangers that sat in the room. Iseult took a deep breath before standing tall and directed her anger towards Master Evander. “I have had it Master Evander. Since the moment you walked into my home you have demanded access to things you have no right to.

“I have lived with Alchemy since I was five days old. These teachings and beliefs run in my blood. For me, taking this position is the better of two evils.

“Never in our history has the head of the Council been so derogatory towards those below him. Your attitude makes me wonder if you are fit to lead us,” Iseult finished firmly.

Master Evander stood as tall as his short stature would allow. The dark flush on his face led Iseult to believe that she could see steam coming from his ears.

Master Evander lunged forward with an outstretched hand only to be stopped by the Rangers that were sitting in the room. A ranger had grabbed each shoulder, but more surprising was the man who placed himself in between Iseult and Evander.

Master Evander’s saucer sized eyes held disbelief as the six foot frame of the king stood between him and Iseult.

 

7: Isis' Savior - Chapter 6

 

As the Rangers firmly held onto Master Evander, King Cyrus blocked his path to a standing Iseult. Before anyone could say a word the fire in the hearth burned brighter and Iseult gasped painfully.
 

As Iseult watched her right arm turn an angry red, black runes began to burn themselves more deeply into her arm. As salty tears ran down Iseult’s cheek, Penny rushed to get some cold water from the kitchen.
 

The king stared in horror as rows of new runes appeared on Iseult’s arm. “What’s happening," the king asked worriedly.
 

Iseult leaned her head back tightly, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as she replied, “They’re sending a message."
 

“Is it supposed to be this painful,” the King asked in consternation.
 

Before Iseult could answer the flames of the fire grew even hotter. As Iseult cried out in pain silver lettering appeared over the black runes. This time the room filled with the scent of rotting flesh. Everyone in the room crinkled their noses as looks of disgust covered their faces. As the smell of burning flesh blanketed the room the restrained form of Master Evander fell limp as he lost consciousness.
 

The startled Rangers quickly caught him and placed him into one of the overstuffed chairs. Without warning Penny came into the room and began to pour the water bottle onto Iseult’s arm.
 

The minute the cool water hit Iseult’s arm she sighed in relief and gave Penny a weary smile.
 

With all the chaos around him King Cyrus looked directly at Iseult and calmly question, “What just happened?” 
 

Iseult took another deep breath before explaining, “Whoever has grandfather tried to breach the walls of the Manor. That’s why we always light a fire, it’s one of the protections that Mother Isis granted to us.
 

“When Master Alchemist Patrik established a portal into grandfather’s lab they were able to send through a piece of parchment that a blood ritual had been performed on. The moment I picked that parchment up, it engraved itself into my arm. We were dealing with the aftereffects of that ritual when you met us up at the lab.
 

“What happened in this room was a case of someone trying to invade. Unfortunately for them, they couldn’t. Every hearth in this home has more protective runes on it than the ancient Library of Alexandria.
 

“When the invaders realized they couldn’t get through they used whatever parchment they have to instill pain on me. They hoped that should I fall unconscious the wards would fall, and the manner would be open. That will not happen,” Iseult assured those in the room.
 

“The markings on your arm,” King Cyrus demanded.
 

Iseult cringed and tried to explain, “They are twofold. The first set of runes were demands for ransom. The silver set of runes are more dangerous in nature, they are basically there to inflict pain on me.”
 

Outrage turned Cyrus’ normally tan skin black with anger. As his nostrils flared Cyrus demanded, “Is this more of Master Alchemist Patrik’s work?”
 

Iseult shook her head negatively as she replied, “Rumor has it that Master Alchemist Patrik isn’t the best with fire.”
 

“Then who is,” King Cyrus demanded.
 

Iseult chewed the inside of her lip while she decided the best way to answer this question. Finally Iseult looked up at the king and replied, “There are multiple alchemists who are quite talented with fire. By far, the best among them is Master Alchemist Wilfrid.
 

“He is also the one alchemist on the planet you will never catch working for the Aeilius family.”
 

King Cyrus raised an eyebrow and replied, “You sound sure of that.”
 

Iseult ruefully shook her head before whispering, “Master Alchemist Wilfrid can’t stand the arrogance of the Aeilius family. Rumor also has it that the Aeilius family wronged Wilfrid decades ago. He’s also a hermit. The Aeilius family does not have the patience to find him, nor the humility to work with him.”
 

Cyrus’s dull brown eyes darted around the room for a moment before asking, “Will he help you?”
 

Iseult thought for a moment and answered, “Possibly. I’d have to go to the Fabula Stacia and ask if anyone knows of his current location. While I’m there I should replenish some of my own supplies. Reminds me, I’ll bet Haimi knows where he is,” Iseult finished tiredly.
 

Before Cyrus could question Iseult one of the Rangers interrupted, “That’s a dodgy place, Journeyman.”

Iseult nodded her flame colored tresses as she answered, “I know it is. Unfortunately, it’s the only choice any of us have.”
 

“Dangerous,” the king uttered in question.
 

For the first time since this ordeal began Iseults violet eyes brightened with happiness as she answered, “It’s the alchemist’s version of a black market. If you need anything it can be found at the Fabula Stacia, for a price,” Iseult said confidently.
 

The King looked at Iseult and asked, “How many times have you been there?”
 

Iseult chuckled a little in response before answering, “More than a few.”
 

Giving an exasperated sigh the king asked, “At least take detective Otokar with you?”
 

Iseult shook her head she replied, “I can’t do that. I’ll give him a place to wait, but he can’t go to the market itself,” Iseult finished firmly.
 

Upon hearing his name for the first time since entering the study detective Otokar made his presence known. “What,” he exclaimed incredulously.
 

Iseult took in a deep breath before replying, “Anyone caught in the Fabula Stacia that isn’t a practitioner of alchemy is forced to drink the Elixir of Oblivion. That elixir will wipe your memory of everything you see. And there are those among the Angeni that would wipe your entire mind back to birth. As much as you would like to, I doubt that you want to see the Fabula Stacia at the cost of life as you know it,” Iseult stated harshly.
 

"Remind me again, who are the Angeni,” detective Otokar asked in confusion.
 

With a content smile on her weary face Iseult replied, “They protect our souls and care for the dead.”
 

“Priests! The same the world over,” detective Otokar stated cynically.
 

“Not quite. We don’t have a regular church to attend so a traditional priest isn’t needed. Or wanted really, after being persecuted in the Time of Troubles we alchemists have very little love for the church.
 

“The Angeni literally prepare our bodies to cross over to the other side. They make sure all alchemists –whether a novice or a master – have the means to pay the reaper when he comes collect our souls. Not being able to pay the reaper would be a big problem.
 

“The Angeni also help to heal our souls when they become torn by the choices we make,” Iseult finished with a soft smile.
 

“Explaining our ways to more outsiders,” Master Evander whispered harshly from his seat.
 

With disgust covering her face Iseult replied snidely, “Perhaps you should visit the Angeni.”
 

As outrage colored Master Alchemist Evander’s face red spittle began to fly from his foaming mouth.
 

Before Evander could find even more of a rage Iseult explained her flippant remark, “You made to attack an alchemist in their own home, Master Evander. You passed out before you could make a gesture that would harm yourself and others. The only explanation for that master Evander, is that is someone tried to take control of a living host. With the host being you, can you truly think of no one that would want the power you hold,” Iseult finished truthfully.