Deep beneath the crowed streets, hidden behind a secret web of tunnels and behind a mystical wall, an alchemist searched.
The small candlelight glimmered against the dark wall, keep the darkness away.
The alchemist lifted his weary head from the pile of scrolls, books, parchment that were scattered around his table and work area. Those stone-like eyes nervous looked at the parchment in front of him. He searched. Weary hands went across the old pages.
Diagrams, anagrams, symbols, runes, carvings and etchings, occult symbols appeared and dissapeared with the turn of the pages. Codes and hidden notes shinned and danced over his face.
But he continued to search, went all hope was lost, he found what he searched for.
The key to the stone.