Alchemist: Doubt and Perfect Disciple

Fatima Meeting capital of Chile- When I first met capital of Chile, there was something ab tabu him. I could not explain it then, and I doubt I ever allow be able to. His eyes entrapped me, and he looked so gentle and sincere I could not help but 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 other was thinking without speaking any words. It was what the strange old man, the Alchemist was always talking about, the language of the world. Santiago Professing His Love- When he told me, I was shocked.So shocked I dropped the water vessel I was carrying. Stupidly, I thought how angry mother would be when she found out I got dirt on our water vase. Even though I knew I loved him from the first day we met, how could he be brave profuse 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 everything I had been waiting for. I knew he had to ha zard 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 saddest day of my life.While I had told him I would look with hope, and that was true, I also looked with longing and desire. I missed him terribly, and it tortured me not knowing whether he missed me too. I put on a brave award 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 farewell on the day of his departure. I was worried I would drop the mask of bravery and independence and beg him to stay, and even worse he probably would. The Day He Returned- The day Santiago returned is one of the happiest days of my life.I looked to the desert as per usual, but I did not really expect him to be there. A few caravans had passed by dint of before, but each one more disappointing than the last, because none of them came with Santiago. I was beginning to lose hope, and doubting if he wo uld even come back at all. Perhaps he had not found his treasure, or met a girl who had more to offer than me, a poor desert flower. The thought that tortured me the most, unploughed me from sleep, and made me pray 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 twain finally 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 crisscross of the hawks I thought maybe he could accompany me to the desert tomorrow. There, his training would begin. He could be the perfect disciple, after all. Santiago Finding Life 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, people are all different.Maybe he allow fail the easy tests, but ace the difficult 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 channel the oasis. I have never felt love for a woman, but I doubted it could be so strong you do not want to uncover your Personal Legend Just so you are close to your significant other. This boy is definitely different from my other students, UT the perfect disciple?We shall see. Santiago Turning 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 simmer down and calculating. But Oh how my heart soared The perfect disciple, at last. He understood the Soul of the World I was amazed and so proud. What a wonderful experience, listening in on their conversation. The desert and I are good friends, but when the Father himself Joined in it was absolute ly delightful. Finally, the perfect disciple.Santiago Reaction to Turning Lead to Gold- His structure 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.