Cleopatra of Alexandria

Atop the Rolling Hills
December 16, 2019
December 4, 2020

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.
One day, I fortuitously dropped some concoction from my alembic* on a stone. It contained scarce and expensive ingredients. I would have been inconsolable, instead was awestruck when I saw the stone disappearing. With a trembling hand, I held the invisible stone. It was the moment that I had been awaiting.
“Yuya! Yuya!” I shouted, with my heart palpitating.
He came running.
“Yes?” The anticipation dripping from his monosyllable.
“The invisibility potion, look!” holding the invisible stone in my hand, I exclaimed.
He held it between his two fingers as if it was a fragile glass. After a brief moment, he kept the invisible stone on the slab. His face had lost its hue.
“You are not pleased?” Sensing from his silence something was wrong, I enquired.
“It can be misused.” His hesitation was evident in his words.
“And the Chyrospoeia cannot?” Bewildered, I asked.
For once, his principle seemed skewed. Clearly, he was hiding something.
“What is it, Yuya?” Putting my hand on his chest, I asked.
“The omen! This would be the downfall of…” he always had visions. Sooner or later, they all came true. I was concerned about what he had seen. I tried to stop him but he left the lair without finishing his sentence.
I had never opened my heart to him. He wasn’t a learned man, nevertheless a wise man. I wanted to follow him to profess my love for him, but I stopped. When he would see what the potion could be used for, he would accept it and God-willing accept me as well.
My work beckoned me. The potion was still an archetype. It had to be made stable before I could test it to become invisible. For the next few days, I tried different permutation and combinations, tested the potion on a rodent and a cat, observed their behavior. Experiments were favorable and finally, I managed to create a concoction safe for human consumption, at least so I believed.
Without thinking much, I quaffed it down standing before the mirror. Slowly I turned invisible. However, something happened that I had not anticipated- I fell unconscious.
Waking up to the sound of a hound’s howling, I looked at my limbs. Still invisible. Elated with my invention, I marched to the street. It was midnight. I realized that I was unconscious for a few hours.
The wind was blowing from the west that night. Men walked past by… none ogling at me like I was a piece of red meat. It felt liberating. I walked towards the port. Yuya and I lived in different worlds. I lived in the upper kingdom and he, in the lower kingdom. The port divided us in the night, but the same port brought us together in the morning.
Stepping onto the docks of a ready ship I embraced myself, as the breeze was getting colder and stiffer. I could have boarded the next ship meant for the royals, but I never cared for luxury- rather it made me nauseous. I never desired the best suite, the softest clothes, or the brightest jewelry to alleviate my self-esteem. My self-worth was in my mind, not in the materialistic possessions.
As the ship sailed, mind wandered.
Would my love last for a lifetime? And what about the afterlife? All those pharaohs still stunk in their tombs. Did they take everything with them to their afterlife? Their bodies laid in the extravagant pyramids with treasures. How difficult was it to comprehend that ‘after the game, the pawn and king go into the same box’?
I didn’t realize when I reached the other side- the lower kingdom that belonged to the peasants. I disembarked. I walked towards the hillock where Yuya lived, leaving my footprints behind. In the darkness of night, however, the footprints were as invisible as I was. The Pharos (the lighthouse) shown behind me as I walked on the unconstructed road.
There I was, standing outside his abode. Walking on tiptoes I entered in. My heart was beating loud; I was scared Yuya would hear it before I could surprise him.
As I crossed the threshold of his humble abode. I heard his laughter; the laughter which made me fall for him. I walked into the inner chamber.
But my smile froze when I saw him… in the bed with a damsel. His fingers stroked her cheeks and his eyes looked at her the way he never looked at me. I felt betrayed. Something snapped inside me. Was it my trust?
In that moment of anger, I picked a knife from the fruit basket on the table. I stabbed him.
With his last breath, he said, “The omen. I told you, Cleo… ”
Once again he could not finish his sentence. As he said those words, I realized that the sin of jealousy was accentuated by the power of invisibility, which made me commit the heinous crime.
I felt his black eyes looked into mine. Could he see me? Patting his reddish-brown hair, I put my right hand on his chest one last time. His breath was getting rapid, and then it stopped. His heart stopped beating.
The scream of damsel broke my reverie. I looked at her, with her mouth on her hand, she tried stifling her voice. She clearly didn’t intent to incur the wrath of the unseen and the unknown.
Tossing the knife on the floor, I faltered out of his house. I sprinted to the port, hopped onto a ship, and managed to reach straight to the bathing area. The cold breeze strangely gave me hot flushes.
My heavy, wheezy breathing slowly turned into sobbing as I saw my hands turning visible. They were empty. Red. Bloodied. My tears fell on my hands. Would these tears be enough to wash them?

*The story was first published on
Note: *Cleopatra the Alchemist was a real person who lived in 3 AD. However, the story is entirely fictional.
Alembic- A distiller that Cleopatra invented.
Chrysopoeia- transmutation into gold

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