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The time's are bad, many peasants hoping for a way to survive, a few tried to dabble with this new conspiracy of alchemy and the art of equivalent exchange. Many failed, life's lost, horror's so tragic. Only a few can understand the true meaning of this method. It's all in science.
Nathaniel Walked the roads past his old town his house still lie there. His dark brown hair blows though the breeze his hazel eyes locked onto the church, a crowd of people standing there amused. He slowly walks toward the church the stained glass half cracked from the attacks. He slowly stepped though the crowd pushing past all the elder citizens that he remember from his child hood. His black cloak gets tattered from some rocks. The Thin 40 some year old man stood there drawing a pattern on the ground and magically making items become new. Nat combed a hair out of his face. Under his breath he murmured "Beginner alchemy great..." He rolled his eyes. Another person going to be taken down by the police for attempting the arts. He sighed and walked away slowly he headed towards his wood camp with all of his gear. The wind Picked up blowing his cape harder. A bear was there licking all of his supply's. Nat slowly starts singing to alert the bear and to warn him calmly. The sound drives the bear off slowly. He saw some supply's broken he ferociously hit the ground with both palms then all the item's were restored to normal he kneed on the ground looking up at the sun set in earn he prayed to god that his brother would come back and not be out missing.
