Year: 3 AD
Location: Alexandria, Egypt
I was recognized as Alchemist rather than by my name Cleopatra- perhaps because it reminded people of the famous Egyptian queen.
Yuya was my indispensable associate. He assisted me in my lair, where I toiled day and night on several medications, and on ‘Chrysopoeia*’. A fantasy that all alchemists breathe, perish, and slaughter for- to transmute the stone into gold.
Ma… it is a beautiful word, and I’m sure you are as beautiful as this word is. Do you look like the woman I see in my dreams? You sing to me lullabies in your soft and tender voice. I love it when you caress me, so gently and affectionately. I want to be in your arms soon.
“Feeling sluggish, Terra? ” As I slowed down to leave my orbit, Venus asked.
“Signs of old age. My head is spinning. I can be selfish for a day; I have decided to rest today.” I blabbered.
“Age is just a number, sista. Besides, we are the same age, give or take a few million years. That’s like a few nanoseconds in human years…” Venus started.
Sia takes apprehensive steps towards the intriguing gothic structure. Her mind is filled with myriad chaotic thoughts. She has lost her nation, her people, her family, her friends. The partition has taken its price. Sia has survived to tell the gruesome tale of partition.
His wrinkled hands joined together, but his eyes didn't dare to look into mine. This was the day, I had waited for. But now, it felt useless, this whole charade of forgiveness. How did it matter anyway?