The car squealed to an ungraceful halt and jerked me forward. I shut off the laptop and lay it down on the seat next to me. I peered outside the window. The field was empty, except for what looked like a couple of counselors. Puzzled, I scanned further. There was a tall building in the distance. "Mom," I said. "are you sure the camp starts at eight?"
She rummaged through her purse and finally pulled out a wrinkled brochure. She flattened in out, and opened it up. Indicating her spot on the page with her finger, she ran down the lines, mumbling under her breath. "Oh! I thought wrong. The camp doesn't start for another forty-five minutes!"
"Well, what are we going to do?" I asked. "No point in going back home now, we'd be late coming back here."
"I guess we could wait here."
I grabbed for the laptop when my mother asked, "What are you doing on there anyway?"
Pulling up the page on Nicholas Flamel again, I looked at the paragraphs. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Why do you say that?"
"It's about History."
"I'm a fanatic for History! Remember, that's why I became a teacher on the subject. I believe in the Knights of the Round Table, ancient conspiracies, Fantasy tales of dragons-- I do-- Uther Pendragon, Mr. and Mrs. Flamel, and even in the Loch Ness Monst--"
"You believe in Nicholas Flamel?"
"Yes. And his wife, Perenelle. How do you know about them."
"Not important." I said, as I stared her in the eyes. I looked down at the laptop.
Since there's only stuff on Nicholas Flamel, I'll ask her about the Book of Abraham, I thought. "What do you know about the myth of Nicholas Flamel and the Book of Abraham?" I asked curiously.
A smile spread across her face. "Well, actually, they aren't myth."
"WHAT?" I said, dumbfounded.
"Mmmhhm. Surprised? Why? Nicholas Flamel was a man like any other. He was born in 1330. He was said to have died in 1418... said to have died, period. But his tomb is empty. He was a successful French scrivener and manuscript- seller who was deeply absorbed into the theory of the philosopher's stone-- a legendary, powerful alchemical tool that was said to have the ability to transform certain metals into gold. It was also believed to be a component of the elixir of life, useful for rejuvination and healing and even, the most common reason it was sought after... immortality. And this has not been forgotten. The very idea is hidden in many films or just there, plain and simple. In Harry Potter, Nicholas Flamel uses it to stay immortal... a fact in the world. He did in fact use it for immortality. Think of Midas. King Midas and 'the Midas touch'. Anything and everything he touched turned to gold.
"Nicholas Flamel did acheive his goal. He created the Philosopher's Stone. He used it to turn lead into gold. But he did not only do this," she paused. "He aquired a book. As an Alchemyst, he was envied for this. Many of his disciples turned on his to steal this, and even Queen Elizabeth I told her servet to steal it. He aquired the book of Abraham the Mage, also called: the Codex, a book of powerful alchemy that had many subjects. Magic; sorcery and black magics too, the instructions on how to brew the elixir of life, potions, new substances and how to create them, and so much more. Who wouldn't want that? He did in fact acheive immortality, along with his wife, Perenelle, who was ten years younger than he. How? Through the spell of Immortality. Rumors spread that Nicolas Flamel never actually died and is still alive today. Since his recorded death people have claimed to have seen him and his wife roaming Paris. Witnesses claimed to have seen him in 1761 at an opera in Paris."
"And his wife?" I asked.
"Supposedly, she married Nicholas Flamel, true name pronounced Ni-co-la, at the age of thirty. She was said to be very enigmatic, very bright, but mysterious. No one really knows much about her. Some rumours say that she and her husbant could do magic and that they had to keep this secret for all eternity."
"Well, when you really think of it, it really isn't. I've read a whole lot about Alchemy and the idea of it really isn't so far-fetched. I read an article on the Internet that expresses just how I feel about it. Alchemy seems like a crazy idea only believed by lunatics today. But, when you truthfully think about it and look around you for just a slight moment, transmuation is just an everyday thing. When cooled to extreme temperatures, water becomes ice. When heated, it becomes steam. Cake turns from mushy mix to sinful, crumbling sponge when baked. Blue and yellow paints turn to green when mixed. And burning flames turn to dust when put out. They all seem so normal and go unoticed, but alchemists discovered more... amazing ones."
"Oh. That explains why it's locked. Because Nichols Flamel wouldn't have wanted it to be opened to easily..."
"Oh, nothing. Hey, look! Forty minutes passed already! Gotta go! Bye mom!"
And I bolted out of the door.