The Flames of Time.
O.k guys this is my first Circle of magic fanfic so please review and be nice!
Chapter 1, When will we get there? Briar Moss shifted impatiently in his seat. He was fidgeting with his amazingly dirty handkerchief that his foster sister Sandry made him carry at all times. "Will you please calm down and stop moving around! You're driving me crazy; honestly you'd think that you had been away from home for eternity the way you're carrying on!" Dedicate Rosethorn said to him, half jokingly, half exasperatedly. Unlike her student, Rosethorn was nearly completely white, with red lips and brown hair and a stern, no-nonsense look about her. Briar on the other hand had skin the colour of the light bark of a tree. He had ebony hair and - being in his fifteenth year - was quite broad across the shoulders. He had dark mischievous eyes and a mischievous face that was not as childish as it used to be and he was growing to be very good looking.
"Gods Briar I never thought that you'd be nervous about seeing your foster family. Briar rolled his eyes at his teacher. "I'm not nervous, I'm just excited, I haven't been home for a year!" he said witheringly, "as if I'd be nervous about seeing my best friends!" The coach travelled on, Briar could feel and hear the wheels and the horse's hooves rattling on the cobblestones. The two people were on their way to Winding Circle, the place in which Amazing, powerful and well known mages (and also young mage novices) studied and lived. It was where all the elemental temples were and each Dedicate (a fully trained and high ranking mage) was sworn to one temple like Rosethorn was dedicated to the Earth temple. Briar was getting very impatient "C'mon, C'mon!" he muttered.
*********** Lady Sandraline Fa Toren, - Duke Vedris of Emelan's niece - sat at the kitchen table in Discipline Cottage weaving spells into cloth. Dedicate Lark; her teacher was sitting across from her doing the same. What she was doing right now was weaving a spell of health and good fortune into a shirt. Lark was watching what she was doing but keeping an eye on her own work at the same time. It was a beautiful day outside and the windows were all open, letting fresh, clean air into the cottage. While they worked the two women talked about all sorts of things and there was nothing that Sandry liked more than sitting, weaving and talking to her teacher.
If anyone came into the cottage at that moment they would never be able to guess that Sandry was a noble Lady and in line to the throne of Emelan. She was dressed in a white shirt with a light blue dress pulled over it but she looked beautiful even with the simple clothes. Her skin - white but with a tan from being outside - shone, her long brown hair was pulled back with a clip and her blue eyes twinkled with merriment. Her absence of nose was quite disappointing to her though. Lark had clear skin the colour of milky coffee; she was wearing the green robes of the earth temple, she had dark eyes and dark crinkly hair. She was not as stubborn as Rosethorn but could be just as strict. "So are you looking forward to seeing your awful foster family again!" Lark said jokingly, remembering the time when all four students first met each other and despised each other!
"Of course! I can't wait to see them! I think that it's good for them all to have a break from their students, gods know I wish I got to have a break from mine!" Sandry said. "Speaking of students, where's Pasco?" Lark asked. "Oh he's outside having meditation and dancing lessons with Yasmin" Sandry replied but at that moment a knock on the door sounded and she had to put down her material and go into the hall to answer it. She opened the door and gave a delightful yelp, "Uncle! How are you?" she said joyfully to the duke. "Oh fine, just came to check up on that favourite niece of mine!" the duke said, smiling; "The only niece of yours!" came Sandry's reply. The duke smiled and Sandry reached up and kissed his worn cheek.
"You're Grace!" Lark said, coming out of the kitchen to greet the visitor, "For what do we owe this pleasure?" she said, smiling at the aged duke. It turned out that along with wanting to see his favourite niece, Duke Vedris wanted to talk to Yasmin about performing at the winter festival he was holding in his castle. Sandry called Pasco and the dancer in for some tea and biscuits and sat watching as Yasmin and the duke chatted on like the best of friends and when Yasmin agreed to do the festival the duke took her hand in his and kissed it. Sandry smiled, a romance might do the duke some good and there was no better person than Yasmin. 'I might just have to help them along a bit though!' Sandry thought to herself gleefully.
************ Niko made a face, he hated going on boats but what was worse was when you got of a boat and went on a really long and bumpy horse ride. This day was just getting worse. Tris rolled her eyes and glared at him, he may complain but if he had to listen to himself going on about how sick he felt and how he was ever going to get through this, then he would know how awful and annoyed Tris felt. "Stop complaining! I can't believe a mage as powerful as you would actually get seasick! Can't you take something for it?" Tris said irritably. Niko moaned as an answer. Tris focused herself on her friends; it would take her mind off the bad-tempered old nag she was riding. "How far away are we from winding circle Niko?" she asked. "About half an hours ride and don't talk to me, I might be sick." Came the answer. "Lovely!" Tris muttered. She made a face and her glasses fell down her nose. She had wild red curly hair and wore a horrible dress that was very impropriate for riding. Her teacher had very dark brown skin and long silver and black hair. Tris was bored, she went into her mind and tried to mind-speak with her friends.
"Hey Daja? Sandry? Briar? Any of you there?" she asked, there came back an excited squeal from Daja. "Tris, that you? Where are you and how come I can't get through to Sandry and Briar?" she asked, "They must both be blocking their mind-speech, and I'm half and hours ride from winding circle." "Yeah me too but I'm coming from the other side, oh I'd better go, Frostpine's started complaining about the cold! See you soon kaq!" Daja said jokingly. Tris came back to reality. She sat in the saddle, her nose in a book about the only known ambient mages (apart from her and her friends), (they had done so much travelling that Tris had perfected the art of reading at the same time as riding!)
'An ambient mage is someone who doesn't actually use things for their magic so much as taking the essence and the being of things and using that. Ambient mages are very rare; there are only twenty known ambient mages in the whole of the world.' She read, 'the most famous of these live in winding circle, in Emelan. World famous Niklarian Goldeye is one of these.' It went on. That moment the noise of another horse came up behind them, it was early in the morning still and not many people were about on the roads. Tris turned to see who it was. A boy of about sixteen or seventeen was perched on top of a proud-looking black stallion whose tail and mane was gleaming and plaited. The saddle and the bridle were of expensive leather but the boy himself didn't look as rich as the person who owned the horse. He was wearing a simple white shirt tucked into riding breeches. He had skin blacker than coal and messy black hair to match. His eyes were dark but his smile warm. When he saw Tris staring at him he grinned, a flash of white teeth against black skin.
Niko pulled on his reins and gestured for Tris to do the same. The boy rode up next to them and Niko engaged him in conversation. They found out that his name was Capta; he was sixteen and was going to winding circle to train his magic. He had been in another place like winding circle only smaller but had outgrown it and there was nothing else that Cataki School for Mages (the place where he was before) could teach him. When Niko and Tris introduced themselves he nearly fell out of the saddle before staring at them agog. Then he tried to bow in the saddle to them but gave up and knuckled his forehead in respect instead. "Niklarian Goldeye and Trisana Chandler! The great mage and one of his famous students! Everyone from Emelan to Cataki and beyond has heard of Niklarian Goldeye and the four most powerful students ever! Trisana Chandler, Daja Kisubo, Lady Sandraline Fa Toren and Briar Moss, that's right isn't it?" Tris was amazed! It seemed that some people knew more about her and her foster-siblings than she did! Capta laughed that he had never seen anyone read on a horse before and made Tris blush. As they were all going to winding circle they decided to keep each other company until they got there.
********** "Oh give over Frostpine, how can you be freezing? It's the middle of the summer!" Daja asked her teacher incredulously. "I think the weather I've had to put up with back there has got through to me a bit too much, it was below freezing!" Frostpine grumbled. "Well I'll tell you this much, you gave the housemaid a real shock when she found you sitting, meditating stark naked in the fire!" Daja teased. "Her screams woke the whole house up!" "Yeah well, she must've seen a naked man before, I just can't get used to the fact that everywhere is so different to winding circle where it would be considered perfectly normal to be sitting in a fire!" Frostpine said. "Oh I've just mind-spoken to Tris; we should arrive at discipline at about the same time as her." Daja informed the big, burly man.
His skin was as black as was possible, his muscles huge from all the blacksmith work he did. He wore the red robe worn by all dedicates of the fire temple. He had a bald crown but had a huge bushy, black mane coming down from the rest of his head. Daja had very dark skin, eyes like coals and also had big, muscular, blacksmith arms from working in the forge. She wore britches and a blue top and had her huge trader staff (made of ebony with a cap on top) strapped across her mounts back. The smooth metal on it told her whole life's story. About how her family was killed in a shipwreck and how she became and outcast trader, trangshi, meaning bad luck. Then came about how Niko had rescued her and how she went to be a mage at winding circle temple. Then about her rescuing hundreds of traders from a forest fire and being let back into the trader circle but choosing to stay at winding circle. 'And I'll be back there soon!' she thought happily.
************ O.k. that's the first chapter, kinda pointless but I just wanted a beginning. Please read and review! I'll write in again soon.
O.k guys this is my first Circle of magic fanfic so please review and be nice!
Chapter 1, When will we get there? Briar Moss shifted impatiently in his seat. He was fidgeting with his amazingly dirty handkerchief that his foster sister Sandry made him carry at all times. "Will you please calm down and stop moving around! You're driving me crazy; honestly you'd think that you had been away from home for eternity the way you're carrying on!" Dedicate Rosethorn said to him, half jokingly, half exasperatedly. Unlike her student, Rosethorn was nearly completely white, with red lips and brown hair and a stern, no-nonsense look about her. Briar on the other hand had skin the colour of the light bark of a tree. He had ebony hair and - being in his fifteenth year - was quite broad across the shoulders. He had dark mischievous eyes and a mischievous face that was not as childish as it used to be and he was growing to be very good looking.
"Gods Briar I never thought that you'd be nervous about seeing your foster family. Briar rolled his eyes at his teacher. "I'm not nervous, I'm just excited, I haven't been home for a year!" he said witheringly, "as if I'd be nervous about seeing my best friends!" The coach travelled on, Briar could feel and hear the wheels and the horse's hooves rattling on the cobblestones. The two people were on their way to Winding Circle, the place in which Amazing, powerful and well known mages (and also young mage novices) studied and lived. It was where all the elemental temples were and each Dedicate (a fully trained and high ranking mage) was sworn to one temple like Rosethorn was dedicated to the Earth temple. Briar was getting very impatient "C'mon, C'mon!" he muttered.
*********** Lady Sandraline Fa Toren, - Duke Vedris of Emelan's niece - sat at the kitchen table in Discipline Cottage weaving spells into cloth. Dedicate Lark; her teacher was sitting across from her doing the same. What she was doing right now was weaving a spell of health and good fortune into a shirt. Lark was watching what she was doing but keeping an eye on her own work at the same time. It was a beautiful day outside and the windows were all open, letting fresh, clean air into the cottage. While they worked the two women talked about all sorts of things and there was nothing that Sandry liked more than sitting, weaving and talking to her teacher.
If anyone came into the cottage at that moment they would never be able to guess that Sandry was a noble Lady and in line to the throne of Emelan. She was dressed in a white shirt with a light blue dress pulled over it but she looked beautiful even with the simple clothes. Her skin - white but with a tan from being outside - shone, her long brown hair was pulled back with a clip and her blue eyes twinkled with merriment. Her absence of nose was quite disappointing to her though. Lark had clear skin the colour of milky coffee; she was wearing the green robes of the earth temple, she had dark eyes and dark crinkly hair. She was not as stubborn as Rosethorn but could be just as strict. "So are you looking forward to seeing your awful foster family again!" Lark said jokingly, remembering the time when all four students first met each other and despised each other!
"Of course! I can't wait to see them! I think that it's good for them all to have a break from their students, gods know I wish I got to have a break from mine!" Sandry said. "Speaking of students, where's Pasco?" Lark asked. "Oh he's outside having meditation and dancing lessons with Yasmin" Sandry replied but at that moment a knock on the door sounded and she had to put down her material and go into the hall to answer it. She opened the door and gave a delightful yelp, "Uncle! How are you?" she said joyfully to the duke. "Oh fine, just came to check up on that favourite niece of mine!" the duke said, smiling; "The only niece of yours!" came Sandry's reply. The duke smiled and Sandry reached up and kissed his worn cheek.
"You're Grace!" Lark said, coming out of the kitchen to greet the visitor, "For what do we owe this pleasure?" she said, smiling at the aged duke. It turned out that along with wanting to see his favourite niece, Duke Vedris wanted to talk to Yasmin about performing at the winter festival he was holding in his castle. Sandry called Pasco and the dancer in for some tea and biscuits and sat watching as Yasmin and the duke chatted on like the best of friends and when Yasmin agreed to do the festival the duke took her hand in his and kissed it. Sandry smiled, a romance might do the duke some good and there was no better person than Yasmin. 'I might just have to help them along a bit though!' Sandry thought to herself gleefully.
************ Niko made a face, he hated going on boats but what was worse was when you got of a boat and went on a really long and bumpy horse ride. This day was just getting worse. Tris rolled her eyes and glared at him, he may complain but if he had to listen to himself going on about how sick he felt and how he was ever going to get through this, then he would know how awful and annoyed Tris felt. "Stop complaining! I can't believe a mage as powerful as you would actually get seasick! Can't you take something for it?" Tris said irritably. Niko moaned as an answer. Tris focused herself on her friends; it would take her mind off the bad-tempered old nag she was riding. "How far away are we from winding circle Niko?" she asked. "About half an hours ride and don't talk to me, I might be sick." Came the answer. "Lovely!" Tris muttered. She made a face and her glasses fell down her nose. She had wild red curly hair and wore a horrible dress that was very impropriate for riding. Her teacher had very dark brown skin and long silver and black hair. Tris was bored, she went into her mind and tried to mind-speak with her friends.
"Hey Daja? Sandry? Briar? Any of you there?" she asked, there came back an excited squeal from Daja. "Tris, that you? Where are you and how come I can't get through to Sandry and Briar?" she asked, "They must both be blocking their mind-speech, and I'm half and hours ride from winding circle." "Yeah me too but I'm coming from the other side, oh I'd better go, Frostpine's started complaining about the cold! See you soon kaq!" Daja said jokingly. Tris came back to reality. She sat in the saddle, her nose in a book about the only known ambient mages (apart from her and her friends), (they had done so much travelling that Tris had perfected the art of reading at the same time as riding!)
'An ambient mage is someone who doesn't actually use things for their magic so much as taking the essence and the being of things and using that. Ambient mages are very rare; there are only twenty known ambient mages in the whole of the world.' She read, 'the most famous of these live in winding circle, in Emelan. World famous Niklarian Goldeye is one of these.' It went on. That moment the noise of another horse came up behind them, it was early in the morning still and not many people were about on the roads. Tris turned to see who it was. A boy of about sixteen or seventeen was perched on top of a proud-looking black stallion whose tail and mane was gleaming and plaited. The saddle and the bridle were of expensive leather but the boy himself didn't look as rich as the person who owned the horse. He was wearing a simple white shirt tucked into riding breeches. He had skin blacker than coal and messy black hair to match. His eyes were dark but his smile warm. When he saw Tris staring at him he grinned, a flash of white teeth against black skin.
Niko pulled on his reins and gestured for Tris to do the same. The boy rode up next to them and Niko engaged him in conversation. They found out that his name was Capta; he was sixteen and was going to winding circle to train his magic. He had been in another place like winding circle only smaller but had outgrown it and there was nothing else that Cataki School for Mages (the place where he was before) could teach him. When Niko and Tris introduced themselves he nearly fell out of the saddle before staring at them agog. Then he tried to bow in the saddle to them but gave up and knuckled his forehead in respect instead. "Niklarian Goldeye and Trisana Chandler! The great mage and one of his famous students! Everyone from Emelan to Cataki and beyond has heard of Niklarian Goldeye and the four most powerful students ever! Trisana Chandler, Daja Kisubo, Lady Sandraline Fa Toren and Briar Moss, that's right isn't it?" Tris was amazed! It seemed that some people knew more about her and her foster-siblings than she did! Capta laughed that he had never seen anyone read on a horse before and made Tris blush. As they were all going to winding circle they decided to keep each other company until they got there.
********** "Oh give over Frostpine, how can you be freezing? It's the middle of the summer!" Daja asked her teacher incredulously. "I think the weather I've had to put up with back there has got through to me a bit too much, it was below freezing!" Frostpine grumbled. "Well I'll tell you this much, you gave the housemaid a real shock when she found you sitting, meditating stark naked in the fire!" Daja teased. "Her screams woke the whole house up!" "Yeah well, she must've seen a naked man before, I just can't get used to the fact that everywhere is so different to winding circle where it would be considered perfectly normal to be sitting in a fire!" Frostpine said. "Oh I've just mind-spoken to Tris; we should arrive at discipline at about the same time as her." Daja informed the big, burly man.
His skin was as black as was possible, his muscles huge from all the blacksmith work he did. He wore the red robe worn by all dedicates of the fire temple. He had a bald crown but had a huge bushy, black mane coming down from the rest of his head. Daja had very dark skin, eyes like coals and also had big, muscular, blacksmith arms from working in the forge. She wore britches and a blue top and had her huge trader staff (made of ebony with a cap on top) strapped across her mounts back. The smooth metal on it told her whole life's story. About how her family was killed in a shipwreck and how she became and outcast trader, trangshi, meaning bad luck. Then came about how Niko had rescued her and how she went to be a mage at winding circle temple. Then about her rescuing hundreds of traders from a forest fire and being let back into the trader circle but choosing to stay at winding circle. 'And I'll be back there soon!' she thought happily.
************ O.k. that's the first chapter, kinda pointless but I just wanted a beginning. Please read and review! I'll write in again soon.