Circles 1 Novels & Stories

I tried to explain to her in the most simple way possible " Wow ok I am lost, I do not even understand a single part of it, okayy let me try and see if I have gotten it, so the hierachy is from Continent to Country then from country to state, and from state to Local Government and From that it is to Tribe and from tribes to location of village" she said she attempted. My eyes lit up as she got it perfectly well, I clapped for her in excitement as she grinned widely at me " I can't believe you got it well" I praised her

She walked closer to me and showed me a letter that had a childish drawing of a magic circle. Ezekiel drew that? Next time I see him, I will give him a sketching lesson. Even kids drew better than that. Nevertheless, I squinted my eyes to take a clearer look at the drawing. “Magic circle. How is this related to the riots that have broken out?” “They were found near the area where the riots broke out in Phantoria. These types of magic circles are known as the control magic circles. Anyone within the range of these magic circles can be emotionally and mentally controlled by the creator of the circle,” she said.

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“Pay close attention, though, for there will be…consequences for those who do not land in the Top.” Orion sighs again and lifts his head, taking a single step forward as eighteen circles appear before him – nine golden. And nine black.

My own mother’s actions come to mind when I think of all the things I would do to protect the little lives growing inside me. “Here, step into the circle. We will be able to talk to and hear one another.” Melissa points to a circle she has drawn in the dirt on the ground whilst my mind was wandering. There is a five pointed star in the middle and an unrecognisable writing or symbols all around the circles outer edge. Some of the shapes look familiar. I think I saw them in the witch chronicles Zander found in the library. I move tonstep into the circle, when my feet are suddenly rooted to the spot.

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Then something caught her eye. Tucked inside the back cover was a folded sheet of paper. She carefully unfolded it. Three circles. Intertwined. Drawn in dark ink. Emma’s pulse quickened. It wasn’t a business diagram. There were no labels. No explanations. Just three circles connected in the center. She stared at it. Something about the drawing unsettled her. It looked… intentional. Almost ancient. She quickly snapped a picture with her phone before sliding the page back exactly where she’d found it.

The circle was closing. And someone would not walk away whole.

I slip into the back of the circle. Alright, here we go…