Disclaimer: I do not own any The Circle characters…capiche?

This is the result of being so blocked on my regular stories that I have to work on something that I know no one will read since all of my fans are fan girls who don't give a damn about straight characters. *pause to fall into depression* moving on, I determined the intro to this story a good four years ago when I first read The Will of the Empress. (so I'm not stealing from the rumors of Tris going to Lightsbridge) I always thought it would be interesting and since the only story I can find that is similar has been abandoned, I am going to actually try and write this. To anyone who actually reads this, after the first couple of chapters, updates will probably be few and far between because I will hopefully have gotten over my writer's block and gotten back to working on my regular stories which none of you will read since I've only talked to one person who reads both Tamora Pierce and Yaoi. In any case I am done rambling and I will now start my story. I hope you like.

Chapter One

This was it…the end. She was done for.

Thoughts such as these ran through Tris's mind as she stared anywhere but at her old teacher who stood at the front of the room. The Lightsbridge Academy professor had told them the last week of school after finals would be just guest speakers, there to impart their wisdom on the many students. What her professor had failed to mention was that the last lecturer of the year would be the famous Truthsayer, Niklaren Goldeye.

And, in retrospect, if she had known, she might not have been bothered but for the fact that he mentioned her every few minutes. Not by name, thank the Gods, she was trying to be low key here, keeping her identity as one of the four most powerful ambient mages in the hemisphere a secret, but he started one out of every four sentences with "My student…" and ended it by stating whatever miraculous thing she'd done in relation to whatever topic he was on—which she couldn't remember because she was too busy grinding her teeth and tamping down her temper before her braids started sparking with lightning.

When the lecture finally ended, several students raised their hands. He called on two, answering the questions with simple replies. The third, however, asked, "Sir, you make many references to a student. I take it you are referring to multiple people?"

Niko's smile held a hint of laughter in it that forced Tris to double her efforts to keep her anger at bay. "Indeed not. I never had such a talented young mage before her, nor do I expect to have one like her again. Oh and, as extra incentive for all of you to work hard for the rest of your lives, all of the things I mentioned her doing were done before she turned fifteen."

"But sir, that's impossible. No one is so powerful at such a young age."

"Nothing is impossible." Niko's eyes swept the room, locking on hers for a few seconds before they flicked to the professor who stepped forward.

"Let's all thank Master Goldeye for coming to our class." The class broke out into applause and calls of thanks. Tris huffed and started packing her things. She headed for the door only to hear the teacher call, "A moment, Miss Chandler."

What had she done now? She sighed and backtracked to the podium at the front of the classroom, waiting as it emptied out, leaving her alone with Niko and Professor Wordsmith. "Is something wrong?" she asked while thinking that the last thing she needed was to be berated by this teacher in front of Niko.

"Nothing of the sort. I thought you'd want to know that you scored a ninety-eight on the final, highest in the class."

A very small smile graced her lips. "Thank you, sir. Enjoy your summer." She attempted, once more, to leave.

"Wait, there is one more thing."

"Oh?"

"Yes." He looked rather awkward. "Well, one of your other professors mentioned this to me and when I think about it, I notice it too. You seem to use very little magic. You came here, displayed some noncommittal magic for the seer and started classes. We assumed you had magic but were unable to find your calling as of yet. I was actually going to ask Master Goldeye to look at your magic to determine what classes you should take next semester. It is important that you take classes that are more geared to your magic."

Tris just stared at him for a moment. Then she looked at Niko who was twirling his mustache in order to hide his smile. Since it showed in his eyes, though, it was a useless act. She glowered at him.

"So what do you both think?" Professor Wordsmith asked, fidgeting slightly at the strange expressions flickering between the student and her old teacher.

"Fine," she growled softly.

Niko cocked an eyebrow. Then he looked into her eyes. Tris watch the faint glow of his magic flow from his body to hers. He let the magic swirl in her for a moment before he pulled it back and let it fade from her sight. He looked to her professor. "There seems to be a mix of academic and ambient magic, seeing, possibly weather related. For the moment, I would suggest that she continue to choose her own classes until her powers become more specific."

The teacher nodded. "Very well."

"Well, I'm leaving, enjoy your summer."

"Trisana, I have more to discuss with you," Niko called.

Tris bit her lip. She hadn't seen Niko in well over a year now. She did very much want to catch up but the part of her that wanted to keep her identity secret won out. "I'm heading for home tonight, why don't you come as well?"

"I'm not going back to Emelan for awhile. That was actually what I wanted to discuss with you."

She hesitated, biting her lip as she considered. "There's a small café a brief ways south of the campus on Brick Street. "Shall I meet you there after my next class? It's the last one."

"Of course, I will meet you there."

To be continued…

Okay, what do you all think so far? Should I keep writing this? If you like it, it will pick up.

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~CheyanneChika