The disillusion of the illusion
Marela looked blankly at the other alchemist. What could she say? They were free to choose how they lived, as long as they did not hurt others.
"He will go with me so you will sever all ties with him. No longer dictate his life, and no longer stipulate the necessity to reside within an illusion. Sever ALL ties."
Caremela nodded respectfully. "As you wish Grand Mistress."
Marela stood stock still looking at nothing in particular. As she thought the false stalagmite rose, shrank a bit, and then disappeared.
"Come back with me. I see that you will not obey our rules."
"Our rules are stagnant Grand Mistress. We were created to experiment."
"Most of us were created because of experimentation not to experiment ourselves. True Alchemist, of all beings, should understand the dangers and the responsibilities of experimentation. We are the affects of causes."
