Victor

In The Works...

~~~~~The Past~~~~~

The memories of the past I left behind still fill my slumber land...

Whisky was the name given to Faylinn's kitten. Now this kitten wasn't bought from a breeder, no. Whisky was adopted off the streets infront of the meat market one cold November Morning.
Faylinn adored the tiny kitten, all alone in a pile of a snow, so much so that she lept from the family buggy and landed before him with a grin as wide as her little face would allow.
"Daddy," She asked with a squeel of delight. "May I please keep this kitten? He is so cold and needs so much care."
What could a father do? Deny his angel the chance to care for friend?
That day, Faylinn wrapped that poor sickly looking kitten into her scarf, the one her grandmother had made for her on the Christmas past, and took him home where she pampered and nursed him back to health.
The name "whisky" came from the kitten's whiskers, when he would rub his face upon her fair cheek those feline whiskers would tickle her, so much so that she laughed aloud with glee. So from that day forth, that little kitten's name was Whisky.

~~~~~The Present~~~~~

How could I of done this?

It could have been a mere few hours after the stranger with long tied back golden hair handed me books and gave the hint that alchemy actually worked.
I had to figure out if it did... At that point I was willing to do everything to see my little girl smile once more...
Even play the part of God and, do what I thought would be, revive Whisky, her eight month year old kitten.
At that time the scare of a sickness already pleagued the capital and my fears that that very sickness had been the very thing that took Whisky's life and was attempting to take Faylinn's and Mabel's life.
In the moment, I read up on animal transmutation... The book I had read before suggested that I could combine the bodies of various animals to make a chimera, but that wasn't what I was looking for, at least not quite. Blinded by the rush of finding a solution and the tightness in my chest I drew the circle around the body of the feline that was once known as Whisky. Drawing the circle in a chalky substance that was also provided by the man with golden hair I was able to copy the needed symbols flawlessly. Beside the body of Whisky I had placed various parts for the equivilient exchange, but those parts where not of flesh but of metal from my grandfather's broken pocket watch.
But flawless or not... what came from that transmutation the moment my pale hand touched the circle to activate it the flash of light, the energy of the pulse being used... that corpse molded into something else. Into some sort of monster, but the image of that monster shrank back into the form of 'Whisky' only seconds after the monster had finished forming.
All I could do was hope that Whisky was still Whisky... and not some sort of hellspawn that I created trying to do good.