I noticed that Emelan fanfics are a little thin on the ground, so here is the beginnings of a Circle story...don't get mad if I don't finish it or you don't like it cause I'm a bad writer and I'm busy/forgetful. I hope someone out ther will like it.

BROKEN WILL
Jak had been travelling for days but he was still haunted by the memory of the empress. Her cruel laughter rang in his ears and the mockery in her eyes glared at him constantly. At first, she had thought he was joking when he asked her permission to go after Sandry. Jak, the light-hearted, flippant toy making a joke to amuse his empress, his keeper. She was beautiful as she threw back her head, curls catching the light. Her long eyelashes fluttered and she pouted prettily, mock-jealous. He felt his resolve tremble in the blast of beauty and charm she threw at him.

“Oh, no,” Berenine teased. “Lady Sandrilene has taken another of my beloved companions. Whatever shall I do when you have all left me? Poor little Berenine, all lonely and unloved.” Then she had eased herself out of her relaxed position on the couch and moved until her face was inches from his, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Who will love me the way you do, Jak?” she breathed seductively, then moved her hands to the back of his neck and kissed him passionately. Jak started to return the kiss, then stepped away hurriedly. Berenine frowned. “What’s wrong, my darling?” she asked, confused. “You’re not serious?” Jak nodded.

Now she was furious. She paced rapidly across the room, hands on her temples, then turned on him. “How dare you! What do you think gives you the right to leave me? Me!” Jak remained silent, just looking at her. “Well, I won’t allow it. That, that girl has no right to beckon my lover on a whim. I need you here with me, in court and…in bed.” She was back to seduction now, but Jak stood his ground.

“Ber-Your Imperial Majesty, I am sorry you feel that way, but in truth you won’t notice I am gone. You have other lovers and other assistants. Lad Sandry didn’t summon me, you know she never would. I need to follow Lady Sandrilene because I…I love her.” She stared at him for a long moment and then threw back her head and laughed a harsh, cruel laugh.

“You love her? Oh, Jak, I knew you were a fool, but this is ridiculous.” She moved towards him, not sexually but predatory. Jak tried to look firm and steadfast and not draw attention to the fact that his palms were sweating and his heart pounding. “ You say she would never summon you and yet you believe she would want you there? She rejected you! She will never love you.”

“No Berenine,” Jak replied, as calm as he could manage. “She rejected you. I won’t ever stand a chance with her until I leave you.” There was another pause, and Jak could see that she was trying to regain her usual composure. He wondered if any of her other lovers-or anyone in fact-had ever told her no. Jak couldn’t imagine it.

“Fine,” she hissed at last. “Go to the little witch. When she breaks your pathetic heart and you come crawling back to me, I’ll be here, with someone smart enough to know when he has it good. I just wonder how you’ll get on without any friends, family or money, because all of those things are mine.” She smiled coldly and stormed from the room. Jak could hear her making small talk with the guests at that evening’s party, could hear her beautiful laugh and almost wanted to go out there and apologise, say that he never meant it and beg her to take him back. But in fact all he did was stare at the door and whisper “Thank you.”

*wide eyes* That it excillent! By the way, I'm Ashley or Rojo,
whichever you prefer. I'm co-founder and fanfic editor of
Sheroes Rag. Generally, you can find me hanging out in fanfic
or the LCD forum here on Fans. Central, I go were I wish=}
Please post more! It's been so long since I've been able to
read a Circle fanfic.

  

That's very good! Welcome to 'Fans! I'm Alana! And post more
if you have it! 

That's really good! You should keep on it!

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Thanks for all the nice comments! I'm going to continue soon,
but not now cause I have to go rehearse a play which involves
me sacrificing a few toes to frostbite "for my art".
(Note to those who have no idea what I'm crazily rambling on
about: I have to walk across a load of rocks barefoot then
stick my feet in a muddy, freezing pond while my sweetheart
(in the play) runs from tree to tree being a perv). The joys
of entertainment...

That sounds fantastic! *sarcasm*

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It was my 18th birthday yesterday (hooray). I got a laptop, so i shud be able to continue with this (I have 3 siblings i had to share the other computer with). On that note here's the next part (p.s. if someone could tell me how I use italics on this, id be grateful. I'm wondering how to do the thought-speak without!).
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The house at number 6 Cheeseman Street was silent, and for the first time in months this wasn’t because it was empty. In the early hours of the previous day, a group of mages and their companions had returned from an eventful tour of the Namornese empire, and the house had been a flurry of activity as they unpacked and sent notes to friends and relatives informing them that they were back. Now, they were content to sleep in for once, exhausted by their return, their journey and the events of the trip. Sadly, this was not to be.

A woman’s scream brought Tris and Sandry running into a room filed with plants and potions: Briar’s workroom. They found a startled but recovering Gudruny, a shattered container and scattered plant mixture, and a beautiful woman, sound asleep wearing nothing but a sheet. Taken aback momentarily, Tris and Sandry stared, then Sandry began to giggle helplessly. Gudruny looked perplexed as her mistress collapsed with mirth and Tris rolled her eyes. “Gudruny, would you please go wake Briar and bring him to sitting-room?” Tris asked, voice frighteningly sweet. “Be quick, not gentle.” Gudruny hesitated, then grinned and disappeared into the next room.

A few moments later a load groan issued from the direction of Briar’s room. Tris stifled a grin as she and Sandry struggled to cover the woman more thoroughly and move out of the workroom and onto a couch. Gudruny slipped into the room after they had got her into a comfortable position and soon after Briar, buttoning a shirt, joined them. Tris folded her arms and Sandry raised her eyebrows, struggling to keep her face straight while they waited for an explanation. Briar glanced at the woman, who was snoring gently, and putting two and two together widened his jade green eyes and spread his arms in a shrug.

“What?” he asked, mock-offended. “You find a woman-who I’ll admit is a lovely specimen-in an…immodest state of dress and you just assume that it has something to do with me? I feel so unloved.”

“She was in your workroom,” Tris stated flatly.

“We only got back the night before last, Briar,” Sandry whined. “I was hoping to get some sleep. It’s not like it was an easy trip.”

“Honestly, she has nothing to do with me,” Briar told them. “I was as tired as you were. I’d ask Daja if I were you. As for her, our curious kitty has poked her nose in one of my less potent sleeping draughts. She should wake up before the end of the day. I’m gonna go clean up. Enjoy teasing Daj’.” He returned to his room and shut the door. Tris and Sandry exchanged exasperated glances and Sandry asked Gudruny if she would look after their unexpected guest.

Meanwhile, Daja was stirring with a smile as she remembered the previous night. After years of confusion about who she was, it felt good to be able to admit to herself and others how she felt. Last night she had tried to sleep but she was wide awake, and had decided to go out. She had met Sakura in a small tavern and they had struck up a conversation. After an initial nervousness, fearful of rejection so soon after a painful parting from her first love, the usually steady Daja had barely contained her excitement on discovering the Sakura was interested in her. They had talked for hours until finally Daja summoned the courage to invite her home. A sudden knock on the door made her snap out of her daze and sit up. She looked around frantically for Sakura but she had disappeared. For a devastating moment she thought it might have been a wonderful dream, then she spotted Sakura’s Yanjingi style dress crumpled on her floor. Utterly confused, she quickly kicked it out of sight. “Just a minute!” she called out as she dressed frantically. She opened the door to find Tris and Sandry, both in nightgowns. Tris looked to be becoming more irritated by the second, while Sandry just seemed amused. “Um, is there a problem?” she asked, trying to act normal.

“Uh, Daja,” Sandry appeared to be slightly uncomfortable, which was a rare occurrence. “Did anything…happen last night?” Daja started to deny anything happening when Tris interrupted.

“Daja, Sandry and I woke up to screaming this morning because Gudruny found a naked woman unconscious on the floor. Please enlighten us to her origin so we can get on with our day.” Tris was definitely tiring of this, and the rude awakening was not helping the already short-tempered red-head.

“Is she okay? What happened? She was fine when I went to sleep.” Daja was too worried to pretend innocence.

“She’s fine,” Sandry said kindly. “She just inhaled one of Briar’s concoctions. He says she’ll wake up tonight.” Now the mystery had been solved, Tris walked briskly to her room in the attic. Sandry surveyed Daja. “Are you okay? So soon after Rizu…” Daja nodded. She needed to move on, and it felt right. Sandry brightened. “Alright then. I’ll go make myself presentable and you can tell me all about her over breakfast.” Shaking her head over Sandry’s impossibly good mood on a morning, Daja shut her door.

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Jak had reached the Namornese border when he heard hoof beats approaching. For one, irrational moment he thought that the empress was wreaking vengeance on him for rejecting her, then noticed one, lone rider on the horizon, galloping full peed towards him. Thinking it might be a messenger, he waited until he recognised the figure.

Hair flying loose from its pins and looking extremely dishevelled, Rizu was a far cry from her usual picture of perfection and beauty. Her face was as haunted as his own; the empress would not have taken a second abandonment well, this time from the closest thing she had to a friend. She halted, exhausted, as she reached Jak.

“I-I couldn’t,” she gasped, trying to find words as tears came to her eyes yet again. “Daja…” Jak nodded his understanding and rode on to find the nearest inn.

For italics/bold/underline/dashout, use bracets. 'I' for italics, 'B' for bold, 'U' for underline, and 'S' for dashout. Also, you have to uncheck the Message fromat box at the top of a post.

I guess it's update day here on Fans=}

  

Yay for you!  I'm glad, 'cause now you can come on more.  You
should check out Namiir, once I get all the chapters edited
and posted. *sigh*

Anyway, This is really good, and I really love reading it!  
Great update, by the way.  To make italics, you first need to
uncheck the box, next to "message format".  This
will make you able to post code, which is how you make font
italic, bold, underline, change color, make bigger/smaller,
etc...  Then, here is the code:
[i] things you want in italics [/i]
[u] things you want underlined [/u]
[b] things you want bold [/u]

I think you get the picture.

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Tris was the first to dress and go down to the kitchen. She found Gudruny making a pot of tea and her son setting the table for breakfast. Pleased to find she was no longer the maid, slightly sad to have less housework and determined not to drive another maid from Daja’s household, Tris accepted a steaming mug and sat at the table to drink it. “I covered the lady and tried to make her more comfortable, then left Aimyzai with her,” Gudruny informed Tris. “Is that alright?” Tris nodded.
“She doesn’t have to stay with her all day,” Briar put in as he entered. “It’ll be boring, and I’m sure you’re daughter will want to explore her new home. That mix is harmless, so if someone checks in on her every so often it should be fine.” He took the mug offered and settled in to the seat opposite Tris. “Was I right about Daja? I can’t wait ‘til she comes down so I can tease her about it.” The look on his face was wicked.
“No teasing until I’ve had my tea thank you, thief boy,” Daja was looking the worse for wear after her nearly sleepless night. She leaned against the countertop wearily. “Sakura’s fine, isn’t she?” Briar took pity on her.
“She’ll wake up this evening feeling refreshed and bright. You really should have told her not to go poking ‘round in this house. Or were you too…busy for that?” Okay, maybe he’d tease her a little. Daja ignored him.
Sandry soon came bouncing into the room, her usual happy morning self. “Good morning everybody!” she chirped. “Are we all ready to receive the flood of guests that will soon be arriving to welcome us home?” The others groaned. “Now that well all here, I’m sure Daja is just bursting to tell us about her night?” As Daja was quiet and serious by nature, this was obviously meant as a joke. Daja sighed, knowing she might as well tell them now. She told them briefly who Sakura was and where they had met. Sandry looked disappointed. “But what is she like, Daja? How does she make you feel? Is she good enough for our Daja?” Daja just smiled at Sandry’s mother-like manner and finished her tea.
“Um, I need to go to and buy food and so forth for the house,” Gudruny put in, uncertain. “If someone could tell me how to get to market, and I’ll need some money…” Usually more comfortable than most with the four powerful mages, the unfamiliar setting made Gudruny nervous, as she wasn’t quite sure of her place. Tris got up.
“I’ll go. I know the markets best. Bring the children so they can explore a little. One of you can wash up, I’m sure.” Gudruny went to find her children and Tris to gather what she needed for the outing, drawing money from the housekeeping fund the four kept, reminding herself to tell Gudruny where it was for the future.

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From a vantage point above the four mages heads, a watcher could see a plump young woman with a long nose and stormy grey eyes who wore her hair in a complex array of braids coiled and pinned in a net, leaving two braids loose to frame her face. Opposite sat a bronze-skinned young man with inch-long dark hair, green eyes and unusual, living plant tattoos on his hands. Stood nearby was a tall, brown-skinned girl dressed in leggings and tunic. Now, the one an unseen watcher might be most interested in, was passed a mug of tea by a woman who appeared to be her maid. Her sun-streaked brown hair was pinned simply at the back of her head, revealing a pretty face with a tiny nose, round chin and startlingly blue eyes. Her dress was simple and comfortable, but of costly material which never creased.
A watcher who had been studying the girl and those close to her for several years might know that this group was closer than family after a series of dramatic occurrences had led the girl-Lady Sandrilene Fa Toren- to combine their unusual magics to make them stronger. This had also had the effect of allowing them to speak to one another through their power, silently. This watcher would know that Sandrilene was a powerful mage in all things concerning weaving, stitching and thread-work. He would know that Briar Moss was a plant mage, Trisana Chandler a weather mage and Daja Kisubo a smith mage. He would know that the four had come up against powerful forces, alone and as a group, and overcome them with their power. He would know that when the time came when he would have to defeat them to fulfil his own ends, he would have to be careful. He would know how difficult it would be to defeat them, and he would have a plan.
He stepped away from the scrying pool with a satisfied sigh. He would be the one to bring the four down.

hope you enjoy the new update! And thanks for the advice (I dont know anything about computers )