Michael Scott
The Alchemyst

Death has no claim over me, illness cannot touch me. Look at me now and itwould be hard to put an age upon me, and yet I was born in the Year of Our Lord 1330, more than six hundred and seventy years ago.

I have been many things in my time: a physician and a cook, a bookseller anda soldier, a teacher of languages and chemistry, both an officer of the lawand a thief.

But before all these I was an alchemyst. I was the Alchemyst.

I was acknowledged as the greatest Alchemyst of all, sought after by kingsand princes, by emperors and even the Pope himself. I could turn ordinarymetal into gold, I could change common stones into precious jewels. More thanthis: I discovered the secret of Life Eternal hidden deep in a book ofancient magic.

Now my wife, Perenelle, has been kidnapped and the book stolen.

Without the book, she and I will age. Within the full cycle of the moon, wewill wither and die. And if we die, then the evil we have so long foughtagainst will triumph. The Elder Race will reclaim this Earth again, and theywill wipe humanity from the face of this planet.

But I will not go down without a fight.

For I am the immortal Nicholas Flamel.

From the Day Booke of Nicholas Flamel, AlchemystWrit this day, Thursday, 31st May, inSan Francisco, my adopted city