Chronicals of the First Circle

Chapter 2

The First Circle teaches at least three thousand students year round. These students leave home at the age of ten. Ten is the age in which if a power is going to develop, it will develop by then. The government watches the elementary school closely for any tell tale signs of developing powers. The gene that determines the development of a power is dominant, no matter how small or buried it might be anyone from a family with power will develop powers as a repercussion. This fact is taken very seriously in two of the branches of power.

The Assassins Corp will not allow anyone in their ranks to develop powers of any sort. They believe that if an assassin were to also hold the power of energy control then they have an even higher risk of going rouge.

The Mana Clan wishes to keep their clan as pure as possible. Therefore there is no inter breeding so as to keep the mana control pure. This has caused many disagreements and arguments, but the mana’s pride will not allow them to accept a change of any kind.

However, if someone has two different genes of different powers fighting for dominance, this will have one of three outcomes. Either, one gene will win and completely cover up the other gene, the genes will cancle out and the kid will have no powers, and lastly one gene will only slightly cover up the other gene, leaving the kid with doubled yet diluted power. That is what the studies done by The First Circle conclude.

The First Circle also has a strict dress code. Each branch has a certain color and these colors are shown in the uniform. Each student is assigned a cloak and a pair of shoes. The cloaks’ color symbolizes the branch they are studying in. The shoes’ color is the branch they derived from. The uniforms have a very distinct effect on the groups created in The First Circle. Usually, those of the same cloak stick together, and within that group those of the same shoes stick together. It is a very close guarded tradition, rarely anyone varied from it.

Arther Goodwill was an average boy in every way you looked at him. His face was one quickly forgotten in a crowd. He had plain brown hair and simple brown eyes. He was slightly taller than average and had a somewhat lankly yet muscular build from working on his father’s farm. Due to his humble beginning his clothes were just as simple, work pants, a simple black shirt, and work boots.

We worked on the farm with his father and siblings. Ever since his mother had died three years back he’d been the one in charge of meal times and keeping the kids in line. It wasn’t a hard feat, just time consuming. All of his siblings treated everyone with respect, as that was a hard lesson their mother had drilled into them whenever they were disrespectable.

Along with being the one looking after his siblings, Arther was also in charge of half of the farm work, however he didn’t mind that as much. He could usually get that done quickly, as long as no one was around to see his technique.

“Kenny?” Arther yelled over to his brother across the field.

“You’re good for about a minute then Mr. Ells will drive by with his wagon.” His younger brother replied.

Arther took a deep breath and took his stance. It had taken him a while to get it down, after all he didn’t have an instruction manual for this kind of thing. He stood with his feet shoulder width apart and put his hands in the signal that let him control his power. His three bottom middle knuckles touched and his two pointer finger met at the tips. His thumbs stuck up straight and then he was ready.

He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. He exhaled and his eyes shot open. The entire field seemed to shake and then the soil began to turn over by itself. Arther was shaking as he unleashed another shot of energy into the ground. The newly turned earth trembled and then divided itself into rows.

Arther relaxed and stumbled backwards and leaned against the barn. “Ok guys, sow the seeds.

Arther watched as his siblings ran out into the field throwing their bags of seeds into the soft dirt. He closed his eyes and smiled. Him and his siblings kept his power a secret, because if he were to be taken to The First Circle then the farm would probably go under. Not even their dad knew of it, and that was fine with them.