father and my mother worked together on creating various alchemical formulas. My mother was a genius in the field of transmutation and she was firmly convinced that she finally understood how one can change things, for example how to create water from wood or how to turn stone to sugar.
She used this ring, the so-called pentalpha. Her theory was that the life energy of a person acted as a separate element and could be used to break almost any other law of nature. One of the first alchemists had once filled it with many souls, but this energy was lost over the centuries.
Therefore my mother infused it with a part of her own energy, which reduced her life force greatly. She died a few weeks later. Since she had not been able to explain my father how the ring worked, she gave it to him, so that when I was old enough I could continue her work.
On my thirty-fifth birthday my father had finally achieved his goal. He had succeeded at improving his immune system and he created a completely new type of blood cells. He infused his leukocytes with the liquid silver and thus transformed them into the new kind of argyrozytes. They protect his body not just against diseases but also any kind of magic. His body was thus protected against transmutations.
He had become the counterpart of the fifth element. But my father made a mistake.
As I already said, the first law states that nothing can be created entirely new. The body of my father started to counteract against his own life energy. Unfortunately, no single man has enough energy to survive this state for long. Therefore I took this ring and the research of my mother to merge myself and my father as one entity.
But just like the rest of my family, I also made a mistake. Since the body of my father was completely protected against transmutations I couldn’t combine it with my own. Therefore, I transferred only my liquid silver, my soul, into my father.
His argyrozytes absorbed me and now this body of my father has two kinds of genetic information. We soon succeeded in synthesizing a serum, which allowed us to activate the respective strand. Unfortunately it is necessary to take it every twenty-four hours, otherwise we run the risk that the body rejects one of the two, which in turn would kill us both.”
I wasn’t quite sure whether it was the way in which Isaac told us this story, or his convoluted use of words I never heard of, but every time he spoke a word I had to take a sip from the bottle. And so I presented my conclusion to his story, after taking another considerable gulp.
“If I understand you correctly, you are some kind of magic mutant being?”
He just laughed and put his glasses back on.
“Of course you could phrase it more nicely, but if I understood you properly, then we should work together. If we find this treasure, you may be able to help us all,” said Lucia and I saw that her hope grew by the second.
Isaac took the stone figure in his hand and scratched himself on the chin, while making ominous noises as if it supported his thought process.
“I believe that I know where this figure comes from. Yes, I am almost sure. Show me the map once again,” he said and verified it.
“Yes, as I thought. Exactly here, about two weeks of travel time away from Gangarra. It is a small island with the name of Singasteinn. I have seen such a figure before. It is said that you could capture tones within it.”
“So in a way it’s a recording device for language? Sounds conspicuously like magicians to me. I thought that magic was as good as gone,” I reached for the bottle again and wanted another drink, but Lucia took it and put it away.
“That’s not how I would put it. As both of you might know, officially there haven’t been any mage schools for many decades. Not since the major revolt, that destroyed two kingdoms. After the loss of Illis they still called them the seven kingdoms for many centuries still. It took Sarpien’s fall to change the