Tarous

much of the world I was unaware of.
The reaper continued to float above the ground, giving no indication that it could hear me. An occasional nod or the slight shaking of its robes was the only reactions I had ever received from it. Time quickly slipped away like the sand in deaths hourglass. The reaper just floated, silent as the grave, and just as peaceful.
I continued to sit with the reaper and breathe in the cool air of the graveyard. It was an old graveyard, older than most cities. Life constantly changes, but it all ends the same way. Though I stayed up the entire night I never needed to sleep. The technique I used was more refreshing than any night of sleep could ever be.
Soon the sun would come up, its light was already peaking above the horizon. Another glorious day was about to begin. The reaper rarely came out in daylight, it seemed to have an aversion to it. Personally I think he just didn’t want people staring at him.
“Thank you for visiting me. Thank you for all that you do for us.”
With a nod the reaper faded away. Death qi began to lessen in the area the moment he left.
The night had been peaceful. Sometimes the cops would show up and bother me, since it’s illegal to be in a graveyard after dark, but whenever the reaper visited the police were unable to see me.
The supernatural world does its best to avoid attention since the time of the Salem witch trials. Since then we have silently infiltrated all governments in the world. Behind several of the most successful politicians, celebrities, and billionaires are witches pulling the strings. Nothing like being able to talk to a horse to fix a race and no one is better with aviation than someone who can fly on a broomstick.
Now that the sun was up I had to go to school.

Chapter 2
Freak College is what all the students called it, though its official name is The Illustrious School of Mystical Arts and Higher Learning.
I personally preferred the name Freak College. We had dorms like a normal college, nice dorms, newly built. The dorms were the only thing that was new. The rest of the school was a lot older and had extensive damage in more than a few places. Probably because students kept accidently blowing up parts of the school, mostly during potion labs. Freak College was the oldest known school of magic. In the past this very spot was used by shamans to train their apprentices in the ways of magic.
Despite how cool it would be, we actually don’t go to school in a giant medieval castle. Castles are drafty, and I personally enjoy electricity and indoor plumbing.
For the student roommates, the college tried to group new students together based on their courses. This way students would know at least one person in each of their classes. Witches that could control water were grouped with other water witches and earth witches with other earth witches. Since I needed to learn as much as I could about death qi, I registered for necromancer classes.
My new roommate was named Bob and he seemed like a super nice guy. He had messy black hair and was shorter than me by several inches. We were both the same age and this was the first semester for both of us. He kept his side of the room clean, he was friendly, and we both got along right away. He didn’t talk about his family, but we bonded over our knowledge of Greek Mythology.
Unfortunately, Bob had one major fear. He was afraid of the dead. Whether it was dead bodies or spirits of the dead, he was terrified of them. A rather unfortunate phobia for a necromancer. Personally I couldn’t understand why he was even taking necromancer classes.
Our first class together was anatomy of the human body. It was a small class of only five people, as there were very few necromancers in the world. Truthfully there weren’t that many witches in the world either and out of those, very few wanted to work with dead bodies. If it wasn’t for the fact I needed to learn about death qi I wouldn’t be taking these classes either.
If the fire inside of me wasn’t killing me I would have loved to become a fire witch. Casting fireballs, maybe even acquiring a phoenix for a familiar. That would have been amazing.
Human anatomy isn’t a class one would think witches normally take, but anatomy is incredibly important for necromancers. It was very similar to an anatomy class at a normal college, it even had a skeleton in the classroom, except this one occasionally attempted to pick its nose. Witches had the ability to bend the very fabric of reality, but here I was sitting in a classroom with a skeleton that could pick its own nose. I immediately began reevaluating my life choices.
Classes here only lasted for two months and this one was taught by Ms. Valerie. Her hair was orangey-red and up in a beehive hairdo. Her earrings were tiny skeletons. Her dress was dark blue with black lining and it also had skeletons all over it. She seemed like a sweet person. She reminded me of my kindergarten teacher from when I was younger. She even gave us candy on our first day. I love candy!
I smiled at the memory of kindergarten. I never realized how much I would miss nap time.
Class went rather well for me, I found it an enjoyable experience. Unfortunately when they brought out a human cadaver to dissect Bob ran out of the room screaming. It wasn’t a manly scream either. The teacher dissected the cadaver in front of the class. I almost immediately regretted all the candy I had eaten earlier.
I actually learned a lot more in class than I expected too. During the dissection of the cadaver Ms. Valerie passed around a human brain for