(miniflash story)

In the heart of a bygone era, when alchemy was both science and sorcery, a young apprentice embarked on a journey of discovery. Under the tutelage of the renowned Royal Magician, he delved into the mystical arts. Together, they were the King’s right hand and among the wealthiest in the kingdom, yet secrets lurked beneath the surface.

A new day dawned, a day of potions and powders, of spells and serendipity. He’d spend his morning stirring strange substances. A pinch of pixie dust, a dash of dragon’s breath, and voilà! — a rather convincing counterfeit wreath. A small ‘golden’ coin —a small victory, perhaps, but a victory nonetheless. After all, even a great king needs a little gilded glitter.

And nothing left here as substantiation — substantiation has vanished like the magical creation.

By noon, he’d be conjuring curious concoctions, from love potions to levitation lotions.