Alchemist: Doubt and Perfect Disciple

Fatima Meeting capital of Chile- When I first met Santiago, there was something ab come on him. I could non explain it then, and I doubt I ever entrust be able to. His eyes entrapped me, and he looked so gentle and unfeigned I could non help except smile The way he looked at me was unlike anything else, it was almost as if he looked into my soul. We understood what the a nonher(prenominal) was thinking without speaking any words. It was what the weird old man, the Alchemist was always talk of the town about, the langu epoch of the world. Santiago Professing His Love- When he told me, I was shocked.So shocked I dropped the water system vessel I was carrying. Stupidly, I thought how angry amaze would be when she found out I got dirt on our water vase. Even though I knew I loved him from the first mean solar day we met, how could he be brave enough to say it aloud? This strange boy who believed in alchemy and Rim and Thumb, and who told me he loved me out of the blue, was ever ything I had been waiting for. I knew he had to find his treasure, and so I told him I would wait for him, with hope and love. The Day He Left- The day Santiago left, was possibly the sorrydest day of my life.While I had told him I would look with hope, and that was true, I in any case looked with longing and desire. I missed him terribly, and it tortured me not inhabiting whether he missed me too. I put on a brave view for him, but inside I was reeling from the realization he may not come back. It was awful, and so I did not even bid him valedictory on the day of his departure. I was worried I would drop the veil of bravery and independence and beg him to stay, and even worse he plausibly would. The Day He Returned- The day Santiago returned is angiotensin converting enzyme of the happiest days of my life.I looked to the retire from as per usual, but I did not re entirelyy expect him to be there. A few caravans had passed through before, but each one more than disappointi ng than the last, because none of them came with Santiago. I was beginning to lose hope, and doubting if he would even come back at all. Perhaps he had not found his treasure, or met a girl who had more to take outer than me, a poor desert flower. The thought that tortured me the most, kept me from sleep, and made me crave even more than ever, was the possibility he had been caught in the middle of the tribal wars and died.But the day he returned I cried out with Joy, and ran into his welcoming arms. We were both in conclusion at peace. The Alchemist My first impression of Santiago was bravery. He was young, but age is Just a number after all. So, when he read the fall guy of the hawks I thought maybe he could accompany me to the desert tomorrow. There, his development would begin. He could be the perfect disciple, after all. Santiago Finding support in the Desert- Perhaps I was wrong. Finding life is usually one of the easiest tests I have in store for my students. Oh well, p eople are all different.Maybe he bequeath fail the easy tests, but ace the hard ones. If that even makes sense. The boy is different though. He seems to understand things that others are so blind to. As with the hawks, he can see what others cannot. Patience will have to be a virtue for me here. He said he does not even want to leave the oasis. I have never felt love for a woman, but I doubted it could be so strong you do not want to discover your person-to-person apologue Just so you are close to your significant other. This boy is emphatically different from my other students, UT the perfect disciple?We shall see. Santiago bout to Wind- I laughed. I laughed and laughed and laughed. Inside of course, I could not let the tribesmen know how overjoyed I was. You see, we alchemists have a reputation for being nerveless and calculating. But Oh how my heart soared The perfect disciple, at last. He understood the sense of the World I was amazed and so proud. What a wonderful exper ience, listen in on their conversation. The desert and I are good friends, but when the Father himself Joined in it was absolutely delightful. Finally, the perfect disciple.Santiago Reaction to turn of events Lead to Gold- His expression was quite amusing. I think he doubted I could actually do it. Of course, I could turn myself into the wind, but I could not make gold. He asked if he could do that, but unfortunately for him, that is my Personal Legend. He understood, and I could see the excitement, the fireworks Just waiting to go off when I spoke of Personal Legends. I knew he was waiting for the Pyramids, so it was time for me to say goodbye to the one perfect disciple. What a sad day it was.