" I Got Some Messed Up Alphabet Soup "

I never wanted to be a Bard. If you're reading this to laugh at someone's (me) bad luck, you came to the right place. And trust me - you'll laugh your ass off, considering my shitty luck.

I bet you're thinking, "'How unlucky can somone be? This guy's exaggerating too much ."' Whoo boy.

Don't say i didn't warned you.

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My name is Senshi Arako. I'm sixteen years old. Until a few months ago, I studied at the Sarashwati Academy of the Spiritually and Uniquely Gifted , a boarding school at Arjuna City, on the Sri province.

Huh? Am i Spiritually Gifted? yeah.. no. I'm more like Spiritually Demoralized. And Uniquely Gifted .. nope. if my shitty luck's a gift, then maybe i am.

Want proof? I could start from any moment in my miserable life- but things has gotten real fucked up for me last 4th Month, the time for my grade to get our "Blessing".

For those of you who don' t know, the Blessing ceremony is kinda like a graduation ceremony from any boarding schools. You're supposed to be chosen by a Celestial to be their follower. Celestials are these super-powered beings- an ancient personification of the powers of nature and civilization. There are a LOT of Celestials.

Depending on the Celestial, you'll get a special "Gift". For example, if you're chosen by Sarashwati, the goddess of knowledge, you'll absorb new information more quickly and could learn anything easily. Or, if you're chosen by Hermes, the god of thieves and travel, you'll.. well, steal anything more easily (or get caught easily). Me, i'm hoping to be chosen by Apollo. Depending on your Gift, you'll be assigned a "Class". "Class" is a unique system made by magic. They are made for implementing the Gifts. For example, as i said earlier, the ones Gifted by Hermes would become an excellent Spy Class. Or, those chosen by Ares, the celestial of war, would became a superior Warrior. Me, i'm hoping to be chosen by Apollo, Celestial of prophecy and medicine. I'm aiming to get the Priest class.

And so, there i am. Sweating in my Cleric grey robes in front of the Ceremonial Room - and itching, too, 'cause the robes are not my dailywear. But alas, i must wear them for this ceremony, for Celestial-know-reasons. And grey is totally not my colour. But any Beginner level must wear them.

A raspy voice called out," Senshi Arako, Beginner level ." hell, how could those words startled the Nether out of me? nevertheless, i push the well-polished mahogany door wide open.

The room was tall and circular, giving me the feeling of sitting at the bottom of a well. Nearly thirty Instructors in blue-golden robes sat in front of me in a circular formation. I noticed some familiar faces ; Chan, my weapon Instructor. Lucas, the librarian, and Bonnefoy, the dude who pissed his pants a few days ago (okay, kidding. He was my Archaic Arts Instructor). On the front rows, the Elders sat, their white-golden robes shimmering ever so slightly. The Elders... seeing them is kinda like hearing names like Acturius or Vinnzuya. You heard how legendary they are, but to see them up close..

In the middle of the room , perched atop a silver pedestal, was a metal basin, filled to the brim with blue luminescent liquid. At the bottom of the basin, pebbles inscribed with The Ancient Script piled, glittering pearly white. Standing beside the basin, was a man i never saw before. He wore Blue - Green robes, so he must be under the Elders, and above the Instructors . A dean, maybe?

"So, are you Senshi Arako, the Beginner level of Class Pearl Camellia?" He asked, and i realized he was the one who called me inside . I nodded. He then proceed to read my achievements , both academic and non-academic, and my deeds bearing the school name ( First place on Language Competition and second place at Instrument Mastery Competition, both held at the neighboring cities ). The Instructors and Deans whispered each other, while eyeing me. At last, the Elders nodded.

"Come forth, child, and receive thy commands," the Elder at the middle beckoned . I stepped up to the basin precariously, hoping they don't notice my robes were starting to get soaked from my sweat, or that i haven't combed my hair. After i stopped at the front of the basin, the Elder at the right said, "Offer your service and your life to the Celestials , child."

That part was pretty hard - i'm supposed to recite the Three Oaths. Basically, to pledge my service, to do everything on the name of the said Celestial, and to give grace for anything i did in their name. This was done to attract the Celestials. Although i knew the Oaths by heart by now, i was supposed to recite it in the Ancient Script - the archaic languange of the First Era - hella hard to pronounce.

When i finished, the Elder on the left handed me a silver dagger, its handle lined with rubies and sapphires. " Lastly, offer your Chakra to the Celestial, child."

You probably guessed. Yep, blood sacrifice. This part was supposed to strengthen the bonds with attracted Celestials. And when the bond was formed, the Ancient Scipt pebbles at the bottom will float, and formed the name of the Celestial. The liquid would supposedly change colours, depending on the power of the Celestial.

I pricked my right index finger, and sure enough, a droplet of blood bloomed on my skin. Handing the knife back to the Elder, i dipped my finger to the basin. As soon as i lifted my finger, the runes swirled, and swirled.

What happened next was not my expectations.

The runes spun faster and faster until some of them shot out of the liquid, and landed on the floor. What's more, the liquid glowed deep crimson.

I felt a sharp punch to my heart. I remembered some of my first lesson on The Archaic Arts - that red was supposedly the color of Chaos. Those who were Gifted in the color red were to be exiled immidiately from the school. But wait.. maybe it was a mistake. There's a lot of Celestial having red as their colors. Maybe i got chosen by Mars, the god of wars and blood. Or Hemontia, the goddess of blood....

Yeah- no such luck.

The remaining Ancient Script spelled the most hated and despised godess in the history of Emera -

Eïris.

The goddess of Chaos, Rift, and Discord.

Fuck.

I am so screwed.