Alchemist Gift 01-09-13
Excerpt 4 Alchemist Gift
OUTSKIRTS OF TERRA SANCTUS, REPUBLIC OF VENICE
On the crisp morning of the autumnal equinox Adamo Lucci was instructed by the Patrona Mezzi to clear away the ragged and decaying trunk of a tree that some say was as old as time itself. The tree of the apple variety, some fifty feet tall, grew outside the vine-covered walls of her courtyard just beyond a broad footpath that passed by the front gates. The tree was already mature when the villa was built.
Some one hundred and seventy years before, a stranger returning from the East carried with him a sack of apples to sustain himself on his journey. He absently spat out a seed from the apple he ate. The seed fell onto the wet and warm soil on that particular spring day. In time the seed split and sent out a cautious root that deliberately pushed its way down and found solace as it entwined itself around a heart-shaped stone. The seed also sent out a hopeful leaf upward, then another and another and another. Time passed and the apple tree grew to be the largest and fullest apple tree from any of its ancestors. The tree held within its rings the knowledge of rains both gentle and harsh, soft breezes, scorching summer days and crystal winter nights. Read more