“Okay Charon, one more time and this time show me the stretches of your imagination.” Geria my teacher said as he was standing on a high balcony. Hi there everyone who stole this journal and are now reading it. First of, you are an awful person and second of all, hi my name is Charon. I am a twenty-year-old student of magic and have just a few days prior made my original spell.

“I’m doing the best I can Geria. It is still a very hard spell to really stretch to its limits.” I tell him as I was standing in the gymnasium and was currently trying to formulate a beast of which not even the darkness could create. The place was your standard brick construction with wooden pillars supporting the roof. It was honestly the only place where I could test the limits of my spell without causing unneeded panic or break anything.

“Just give anything a shot. Wouldn’t you want to impress everyone on your ceremony.” My teacher yelled as I looked up at him. He was a pale-skinned man with a black tattoo, which represented chaos itself, emblazoned on the right side of his face. He was skinny and lanky and always wore a dark purple robe with the chaos mark imprinted all over it.

I sighed. “Yes, I do.” And then I concentrated and soon my body started to morph and change shape as I first turned from my slightly tanned body to an amorphous black blob which grows to the size of about five meters tall. After that, my body changed to a humanoid shape but with four faces each one displaying a different face. Anger, sadness, joy and blank. And after that, the body gained some black armour and soon my transformation was complete and I stood there as the same God that I worshipped for so many years. “How is this Geria?” The four faces spoke in unison.

“That. Is. Awesome.” Geria said as he floated up and took a full look around my armoured visage. “And with a sample of his magic, you could theoretically become him?” He said as he then landed on the ground and I turned back to normal.
“Well yes but I would still be me and it’s not like we have a sample so it is just a showpiece,” I said as I stood before him with a happy smile.

“Yes yes but still it is nice to see a representation of our God that isn’t an angled drawing. It was an honestly awesome representation and I can’t wait for you to finally receive your mark. I am proud of you Charon.” He said taping my shoulder and then floating up again. “Now feel free to take a well-deserved break while I go and do some Master stuff that will surely once again bore me to tears.” He shuddered at the end and then disappeared.
I simply smiled as he said that and took my leave. “Heh, alright then. I guess I’ll get ready for the big day then.” He said as he went outside sprouted some Argonian bat wings and flew towards his dorm.

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There I turned to normal and proceded to get a good look in the mirror. And inside I saw a middle-sized man wearing jeans, a nice black t-shirt with the mark of chaos on it in white and a nice deep purple jacket which simply represented who was teaching me. But the main part was my round face. Which sported two bright yellow eyes, which I was told on many occasions were frightening as many people felt like I was staring at their very soul.

And I just realized that I have described my look in this and seeing as I was the only one reading this I felt rather stupid… Anywho I looked good and was dressed well so that is the end of that.

After that brainfart I instead decide to pick up a book of our history to maybe gain some more inspiration for the next training session but right as I lay down on the bed I was proven that today was gonna be an annoying one as a guard barged in and slung a huge hammer at me making me fly out the window and down on the courtyard. “Oh, Sargent Charles, seeing you chose me as your sparring partner today.”

“I WILL END YOU MISERABLE EXISTENCE!” He simply yells and launches after me hammer ready to crush me. But instinct and training kicks in and I put up a rubber-like shield which when impacted launches the hammer into his face and he gets blown back hard.

“Yes yes, Charles I get it. Now, let us end this with hopefully not too much more bloodshed afterwards.” I say as I stand up calmly and charge up some raw magic in his hands and looks at him with what to a normal person would be a terrifying sight… Sadly for him, Charles wasn’t normal.

“YOUR BLOOD WILL BECOME MY LOTION AND I WILL IMANCIPATE YOUR ASSHOLE THROUGH YOUR BRAIN!” The big armoured though says as he charges at me hammer swinging wildly. His swings while erratic were predictable as he always started with a high downswing which he always embedded his hammer and created a perfect opening to launch a blast of pure magic energy sending the lug flying far far away concluding the fight with. “YOUR ASS WILL BE SERVED TO YOU YEEEEET!” And I just shake my head.

“Maybe you will when you stop being insane.” I simply say as I relax and just leisurely walk around campus no one paying that little skirmish any attention as it was a normal assurance at the school and in the alliance in general.
So with that along with not having anything to eat since that morning, I decided to walk to the cafeteria to get something to eat.

The cafeteria was a big place with three vertical layers of tables and chairs that seated all different manner of students from many different professors. But that is just a simple observation of a usually analytical mind but enough about that let me tell… myself about my talk with the head chef… I also promise that this is the last time I’ll break the fourth wall with myself. Anyway being hungry and in need of sustenance, I pick up a plater and walk to honestly my favourite person in the building.

He was quite simply a dragon and a quite nice one at that. He had red scales on his back and orange on his underbelly with one wing remaining on his back. He also wore a simple chefs outfit. “Charon! How are you lad and what can I whip up for you?” He asks as he leans on the counter with a happy and toothy smile as he was always happy to cook for the students of this school and of course collect their money.
“Hey, Ares and I’m doing very good as I am close to finally moving on from this place,” I say to him as I smile at his optimistic attitude.

“Oh yeah, you finally developed your spell, haven’t you. Heh, I can’t wait to see what you are going to show us.” He says and then goes to prepare my usual order of a nice medium cooked beef steak, some fries and a nice tomato salad. I paid the dragon for his work and happily go to an empty table and start to eat.

The food was, as always, excellent and made him glad that he befriended the chef when he did as he sometimes when he gets in a bad mood he simply makes some sloop and jacks up his prices so being his friend he always got a bit of special treatment but he was certain that he still jacked up his prices seeing an easy target.

But that is not here nor there as he didn’t mind as yet again the food was delicious. After finishing my food I clean up and go back to my room to hopefully get some reading done before konking out and getting some sleep.

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And the next morning, as soon as I became a bit aware knew that it was going to be interesting, for as soon as I opened my eyes I heard a cacophony of voices scream out surprise and I realized that I was in the gym again but this time it was fully decorated with all of the important people that helped me through this school year. And of course one of them screamed out fuck you and I’ll leave this cookie in the journal for anyone to eat that figures out who that was.

“Uhm guys what is the meaning of this?” I asked surprised as I looked at them all with a happy smile. I had a suspicion that this was probably my ceremony.

“And it sure is,” Geria said as he read my mind. “And we all came to see you demonstrate your spell and then finally brand you as a fully graduated sorcerer.” He says with a smile before popping out of existence and appearing next to the other teachers and the chef. “But first let us feast and have fun!” He said before some music started playing and I having nothing better to do got and joined the big feast.

It lasted a few days and many more students joined in the merriment until finally, the time came to present my spell to the teachers and students. “Okay okay everyone settles down and let me concentrate,” I said as everything settled down before I did as I have done many times before and I once again turned into the shape of the god of chaos. “And here I am as I stand before you as an actual representation of our god. The chorus of four voices said as they look down at all of the people currently attending.

“My my that is quite the spell,” Eris said as he quite approved. Along with most of the teachers and students but some of them were quite appalled of a mear student taking up the form of their revered god. But even though they didn’t approve they all saw the usefulness of the spell and whilst turning back I explained how it worked while the scribes added it to the book.

“So the spell works by sucking up the areas magical energy and then collecting it and moulding it inside which is the first stage of the spell. If done right you should turn into a blob or sphere and once there the second phase begins which allows for finally shaping your body to the new form. But you are to be warned that the new body will not gain any effects of the specified species unless the user gets a sample of their magic which will afterwards allow the new body to function with all the pros and cons of the new body.” I explained. “Hope it is a good enough explanation.”

The scribe nodded and the book was updated and a copy given to me to study at my own pace. “And now all who have gathered it is time for our student to be branded and finally be accepted among the accomplished wizards of chaos,” Geria says as

he stands next to the seat holding the ceremonial branding iron. “Come Charon and receive your brand with pride.” He says to which I excitedly sit in the chair and there Geria instructed me to remove my shirt after which he ignited the brand and imprinted the chaos mark in the middle of my chest. It hurt like all hell and after it was done I was a bit teary but after looking at the mark I was glad it was done.

“And that was the last thing I remember before my life got screwed in several different ways,” I conclude as I write down this in a new journal I just found in a new land unfamiliar to me.

Author's Note

My first real attempt at a story like this but I hope it turns out good and any problems should be sent to me in the comments especially if you disliked the story.