FZZT!!! . . . . "ARGH GODDAMMIT!!! What did I do wrong!!! FUCK!" Ander screamed at the bubbly liquid sitting in a container placed in the middle the transmutation circle drawn on the wooden floor. In a fit of rage he jumped up and booted the container into the wall.
Ander Misericordee has always been quiet and reserved, tucked away from the world, nose constantly in a book. For a bastard son of a noble he was very fortunate. His father had sent Ander tutors to give him a decent education, his mother was given a decent plot of land, he was able to retain the family name and he made friends with his older half brother, Kylar, heir to the Misericordee duchy. In his 19 years of life he had only one worthwhile friend, Kylar. The brothers are near mirror images of each other with Ander resembling his father perfectly, with golden blonde hair and green eyes. Kylar also resembled his father, however, he had inherited his mother's pitch black hair and brown eyes. Having a similar build to that of their father both stand six foot three with lean muscle developed by the rigorous training was defending the borders of the kingdom from the raiders that constantly plagued the area.
Their father thought it a good idea to send the pair, a semi-trained 17 year old swordsman and the only legitimate heir/ excellent 19 year old swordsman, to the border garrison to "become men" as he put it. Having recently lost his mother, Ander had become numb to the world and constantly put himself in danger. Fortunately his brother loved him enough to save his ass every two seconds. After getting tired of this routine Kylar beat the hell out of Ander while lecturing him telling him that his mother wouldn't want him dead. Ander stopped putting himself in harm's way and took the situation seriously, becoming a swordsman that could easily rival his brother. For the next two years Ander and Kylar stayed at the garrison, Ander buried in alchemy studies in his spare time. Kylar, on the other hand, was buried in the sheets of the beds of any willing woman within an hour horse ride from the garrison on his off time.
"Five years of research and this! Why, why is this not working!?" Panting in frustration, Ander paused, tilted his head to the side and stared at the intricate emblem work that was his circle. All the triangles were in the right place, the symbols were the right ones, even the underlying geometric shapes came together perfectly. Nothing was wrong with the damned drawing; it in itself was a glorious work of art. But still, Ander had this horrible nagging feeling that something was out of place, something obvious, he thought, it's always the obvious that escapes me. When scanning the circle he thought about the chalk he used. What was that chalk made of…? He grabbed the chalk and crumbled it in between his fingers and tasted it. GRRR. It's not damned chalk its granite! Fuck! Wait, why do I know what granite tastes like? Sigh… Never mind.
Ander rushed over to his fireplace that heated the small working area and reached for some of the charcoal. "Hot, hot, hot! Damn that burns… should have used the fire poker. Bah, never mind." He then set about his task of retracing the circle. I need a trans-organic material for the circle to function right. More often than not, granite is a rock. Mental note rock doesn't equal organic. However charcoal was once wood, therefore it's organic enough! Hehe… Wait… did I just chuckle in my head? After burning his hands and getting pissed at his absent-mindedness, Ander had the transmutation circle drawn in charcoal. With a celebratory arm pump, he looked at the circle again. ARGH, I kicked the water and broke the container… damn. Giddy with excitement Ander ran, nearly tripping, to the bucket that seemed to always be in the corner of his work area, grabbed it and ran to the creek outside his house to fill it with water.
He placed to bucket in the center of the circle and walked to the edge of the enormous drawing. Twelve foot diameter, I would think that's excessive, but that's what I came up with. Sigh… What if this really doesn't work? I've spent so much time on this. I'm always locked away from the world, buried in books. I could have had a girlfriend or at least learned how to bed girls from my brother were it not for this, well maybe…. No! I know this will work, it has to! Not to mention I'm certain it would have been awkward.
Ander kneeled down to the circle cleared his mind and focused on the task at hand. Calm, cool, and now collected, Ander clapped his hands together and slammed them onto his circle nearly breaking something with the forcefulness.
FZZT!!! …… WOOSH!!! A sudden chill over took the room and the water froze and expanded so much that the bucket barely survived and most likely not hold water anymore. "HAHA! YES! IT WORKED!" He shook off the pain that the initial clapping and slamming caused, ran to remnants of the bucket filled with ice, picked it up and ran outside screaming nonsense about other people being crazy and something about his friend calling him crazy.
Running up to his friend, Kylar, Ander tripped and encountered the ground in a more intimate fashion than he liked head barely missing the bucket, but kept screaming the previous nonsense. He paused for a moment and started to speak when Kylar interrupted. "Why the fuck are you screaming at me?"
"I… um… this!" Ander blurted in between pants and held up his bucket and pointed to it. "Taadaa!"
"Wow, a damaged bucket, that's fantastic!" voice laced with sarcasm, "Seriously, why are you bringing me what you found on the road?"
"Ass, there's ice in the bucket and I transmuted it."
"You fucked who with what now?"
"Alchemy, clappy, flashy, water into ice! I used Alchemy to freeze water!"
"Really? Wow… so you worship the devil now?"
"What!? No you imbecile! How do you get devil worship out of what I said!? Moron, I chemically alerted water to turn into ice with alchemy. Devil worship has nothing to do with it. Besides you know I hate dealing with religion. And if I were to have asked for something from an unearthly being I'd have asked for you to be not such a fuck-tard, not something like ice. " Ander grinned. "Now go get another bucket and meet me at my house."
"Ander, you're an asshole. Before we go see you're magical "transmutation" tell me one thing. My bucket won't get as fucked up as yours, will it?" Kylar laughed at his friend's anger laced glare. "Well when we prove your loony will you at least quit yelling?"
After another pissing match this time involving the words yelling, crazy, magical, pain in the ass, and fucked bucket the not gay friends punched the shit out of each other and then walked to Ander's house, deciding to steal someone else's bucket on the way.
Kylar whistled "Dude you are totally obsessed, have you consulted a therapist?" After looking around the garage, obsession was putting it light. There were diagrams, charts, books, etc all over the large space each concerning some aspect of alchemy ... Not to mention the giant transmutation circle in the center of the room.
"Hahaha, Fuck you. Now shut up and watch." Ander placed the bright green stolen bucket in the center of the circle clapped his hands and this time set them on the circle's edge instead of trying to break his wrist on the wood again.
FZZT!!! …. WOOSH! The same cold chill swept across the room as before and the ugly bucket bursts apart. Both had to dodge falling metal. "…………." Kylar could only stare. "Ander… you… broke the bucket! AGAIN! What's wrong with you!?"
"What!? You Fuck-tard, it was water and is now ice! You watched all of it. I…. you…. ARGH!!!" Ander was ready to strangle Kylar and was about to, when Kylar spoke.
"That really was water wasn't it?" He sat there in a daze. "Amazing, Can… can alchemy do more?"
A wicked grin came across Ander's face "So you finally understand. But of course it can do more but not this circle, it's only for freezing water."
"Sensei, teach me!" Kylar bowed touching his head to the ground.
"Ass, stop acting like an idiot" Ander then proceeded to curb stomped Kylar's head.