Hey MMOTales! Yup I wasn’t dead for the past few weeks. *hears alot of “aww”s in the crowd* What ever. I ddin’t feel like playing games or writing. I wasn’t on Maple Story for like two months. Anyway I made a new story. So here it is.

Author’s Note:
The setting is in our world, but the location isn’t pinpointed on Earth. Places and street names will be made up. The time period is the present. Some concepts of the story have been borrowed from Full Metal Alchemist(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fullmetal_Alchemist).

I stood at the edge of Sleepywood. This was the last test. The Great Four each had denied me the right to learn their job so I made my own. I studied each job carefully looking for any common things. After years of researching I found out the quality all the jobs shared: the ability to manipulate matter. I used this small bit of knowledge and created a new job: the alchemist. I can freely transform things into other things like water into ice. You don’t need weapons for this job, but you do need a lot of energy and concentration. Today I will be performing a final test to see the extent of my Alchemist powers. I will make weeds grow all over Sleepywood. I will now begin the alchemy.

I quickly read all the other pieces of paper in the envelope. After reading the rest I prodded the envelope and transformed the oxygen around the envelope into fire. The fire ate up the envelope in an instant. I saw the address on the envelope burn away. It was from my mother. She had sent me the last pages of my father’s autobiography.

I walked over to my bed and lied back. I sighed.

When my father had experimented his powers on Sleepywood he made a crucial mistake. He let his mind wander during the alchemy. Thus the alchemy went wrong. It compressed Sleepywood into four spheres. Each was clear and blue and could easily fit into one’s hand. These spheres could create a gateway between our world and the other world. My father grabbed two of them, but before he could get the rest he was transported to our world. Here he was taken under the care of my mother. They fell in love and had me. He taught me alchemy and I became an alchemist like him. He gave me one of there spheres so in times of trouble I could escape to the other world. He hid the other one.

But six years ago someone from the other world activated one of the spheres and came to our world. He killed my father and then returned to his world. I was eight at the time, but remembered his face perfectly. It was scarred and looked as if it had seen terrible things.

My mother remarried, but I wouldn’t accept her husband as my father. I moved out of the house. My best friend’s dad owned a chain of apartment buildings. He let me stay in one free of charge. The apartment buildings were each three floors high. They had a staircase on one side which you climbed to get to your floor. The building was designed so when you opened your door you could see across the street. My apartment had three rooms: a bed room, a living room which doubled as a kitchen, and a bathroom with had a bath and shower combination thing. My mother sent me money monthly, but I refused it. I didn’t need her money. I started to donate the money to a local clinic, but when the doctor found out that I was giving up the money I needed to live she refused it. I kept pressuring her to take it and in the end she gave in, but only if I would work there part-time. I agreed. I found out my alchemy could also be used for healing. I decided to tell the doctor about my alchemy because she would find out sooner or later. Only her and my mother knew about my secret. I worked as an assistant, but treated patients with minor wounds myself. I went to a high school a few blocks away. It was a private school for the gifted and talented. I got in with a scholarship.

A few days ago my mother started sending me my father’s biography. I burned each and every page of it

I stared at the ceiling. Suddenly it started to blur. I quickly wiped away the tears.

“Why…? Dad why? Why did you have to go….?” I silently cried.

Suddenly there was a knock on my door. I quickly wiped away my tears.

“Max! Open up!” a voice shouted as the person kept banging on the door. I went to the door and opened it. In front of me stood a boy about my age. He had a smiling face on. I never saw him without a smile.

“Hey Zack.” I greeted opening the door. I could tell he saw that I had been crying, but he acted like he didn’t. This was one of the reasons he was my best friend. He would never pressure me into telling him stuff, but rather just waited until I was ready to tell him.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I need you to help me with some homework.” He admitted. “I don’t understand it.” He started laughing out of nowhere. I just couldn’t help laugh at his randomness.

“Sure.” I agreed as I invited him in. He spread out his homework on my desk. It was the same as mine. We were both in the same classes and same school, but Zack was a little behind in classes.

We got to work. I helped him with it and checked all his work and made him re-do all the mistaken ones. After around four hours we were finally done. I checked the time. It was eleven-thirty at night.

“Whoa. This late?” Zack exclaimed. “Thanks Max. See you tomorrow morning.” He quickly gathered his belongings and went home.

I got ready for bed as I started to yawn. I switched off the lights and crawled into bed. I felt a small animal jump onto the bed and lie down next to me.

“Good night Leo.” I whispered as I dosed off.

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As it is a prologue it might seem boring, but I promise it will get better. Also it is a little short because I only wanted to reveal soem backround information for the prologue. Well hope you enjoyed.
All flames, comments, opinions, pointed out mistakes welcomed if they are on THIS story.

~The Word Alchemist,

P.S. If any moderators read this can you tell me if this story is not a MS-fanfic because I made a new job? Appreciate it. If its not please delete it so I will know.