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The New Circle 118A/? 
1st-Feb-2014 07:11 pm
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Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Whitney Fordman, Major Dru-Zod, Greg Arkin, Cassie Blake, Diana Meade, Mikhail Balcoin, Lucas Dunleavy, Faye Chamberlain/Byron Moore, Adam Knight, Zatanna Zatara, Bart Allen, Clark Kent, Pete Ross, Jor-El, Vika Balcoin, Van McNulty...
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own any original material used in the television series or artwork, they belong to their respective creators. I have merely tweaked them for my story.
Summary: Chloe Sullivan had a normal-ish life before the circle and John Blackwell turned her life upside down and gave new meaning to the unexplained weirdness that goes on in Smallville. Now life's a witch, she's a part of a circle she's not too sure she wants to be bound to, and not only do they have to worry about Witch-Hunters, but unknowingly to them another circle is on the hunt too.

Everyone were in their positions, Chloe, Adam and Byron in the middle of the diagram, the brother and sister holding hands while Adam stood behind them, his hands on Chloe's shoulders. The others were in their positions in the various diagrams outlined in crystals, the only ones not in a diagram of some sort were Morgan Edge, Clark and Jor-El, who'd be watching the ritual from the sidelines.

Chloe was glad that Pete had made it, since she was drawing from her Balcoin blood/magic for this ritual, and the more she had to draw from the better. It probably would've been wiser to get Vika to come as well, but she hadn't really wanted to ask the witch to be a part of this ritual. Plus, this was a family thing, and Chloe felt that between her siblings they should have enough accumulative energy for her to harness and anchor herself with. There shouldn't be any trouble and she shouldn't need any more than what they offered.

Closing her eyes she began chanting the words in the ritual Morgan Edge had found for them, hoping she wasn't massacring the pronunciation given the fact that she didn't speak ancient Syrian. The blonde did her best to say the words correctly, but also made sure to concentrate on intent, because she'd begun realizing that in magic that was half the battle. If your intent wasn't strong and wasn't precise, things could get very tricky, and they didn't need 'tricky' in this situation, in this spell.

Adam's grip on her shoulders tightened.

Byron's grip on her hand tightened.

Both grips were uncomfortably tight, and that made her hesitate for a second before she pressed on despite the pain, refusing to be distracted. Something within her twisted, almost like a mini tornado beginning to form, and she took that as encouragement. The spell was working, or at least her magic was rearing up to start being useful. There was an odd buzzing sound in her ears and a random crackling noise, almost like a whip, but she pushed any sort of distraction to the back of her mind as she continued to chant, continued to gather the energies in the room and ready herself for the next step in the ritual. She just hoped to the gods that she wasn't messing this up, for Byron's sake.

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"How can she not realize what's going on?" Morgan Edge turned to the gentleman next to him as he ducked a flash of lightning.

"I believe that being inside of the orb is not only shielding her from the effects of the storm, but from the sound of it as well." The man's clothes were whipping around him viciously and he had to speak loudly for Morgan to hear him over the howling wind. "With her eyes closed like that she has no idea what is going on, and I do believe that the young gentlemen with her have frozen in place, just like the others. They cannot warn her of what is going on."

"They're like pieces on a chessboard." The young boy with Morgan and the gentleman looked worried, and had tried several times to venture onto the spellground, only to be viciously thrown backwards by the magic at hand. "We need to do something-something's gone wrong."

"There's nothing we can do, Clark." The man narrowed his eyes at Chloe before his gaze turned to Morgan. "Do you have any idea as to what could have gone wrong with this spell?"

Morgan shook his head. "This should not be happening."

"It almost looks as if she's been overcharged and can't contain the excess energy." Clark made a face as lightning continued to spear out in random directions around them.

"What is she supposed to be doing at this point in the ritual?" The other man wanted to know.

"Gathering energy." Morgan's eyes widened as he said that.

Clark's eyes widened as well. "Councilman Jor-if this is her gathering energy…"

"What's the next step?" Councilman Jor turned to Morgan.

Byron's uncle gulped. "Layering."

Clark frowned in confusion. "Layering?"

And yet the councilman's eyes widened. "With her strength as it is, I believe we are not safe in our current position. We need to go back further… much further."

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Keeping her eyes closed helped her concentrate on the magic-work, which consisted a lot of imagery. Like when it came to layering. Chloe had never done a layering before in her life and had been told that it was supposed to be extremely difficult to accomplish. Considering that this was be her first attempt at casting a layering spell, she was quite honestly relying on the fact that she was supposedly "so powerful" and hoping it came out halfway decently. She kept her eyes closed tightly and imagined the cave room as best as she could, in as vivid detail as she could, visualizing herself in the middle of said room as a pillar. It was supposed to be a pillar of light, she was always told the pillar should be a pillar of light, but the pillar she saw was a mixture of light and shadows.

The pillar grew roots deep into the ground before shooting up into the ceiling, connecting above and below. Small "branches" of that mixture of light/shadow began to splinter away from her and layer outwards, covering the spellground. Each layer was larger and thicker than the other, and with each layer she could feel her essence, her dominion, growing. As those layers covered people, her Circle, they molded to them, almost becoming like a second skin.

The layering continued and continued, expanding further and further, even passed the point of the entrance to the cave room before she made a conscious effort to stop it. She needed to keep control of everything if this spell was going to work. She needed to be strong. She could do this. She could.

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She was stronger than he'd anticipated.

Morgan Edge's eyes widened as he peered through the entrance, not daring come closer considering the layering had reached that far.

And what sort of layering was this? He'd never heard of layering that wasn't pure light. Instead this was a mixture of light and dark, of living glitter and shadowy mist.

And the girl, Byron, and the Doppelgänger were still in the orb, untouched. The girl still seemed blissfully unaware, Byron and the Doppelganger appeared frozen into place just like the others.

Magic snaked around the witches inside of the spellground, slithering around their bodies in a crackling mixture of light and darkness, almost like a boa constricting its prey, and yet no one seemed in pain.

"Should this be happening?" Clark asked the question that was on their minds.

The councilman narrowed his eyes. "It doesn't matter anymore. It is not as if we can interfere. All we can do is watch and hope for the best."

"I was told that she had a grip on her magic." But that truly wasn't what bothered Morgan so much as the fact that she was this powerful this quickly. He'd known that she was powerful, hell, she'd stopped Rao, hadn't she? That alone should've told him about the magnitude of her power, but considering the spell, and the amount of force that he knew had to go into harnessing the amount of magical energy in these stones and herbs and fixing them to a common cause...

It should've at least taken her a minute or two to try and ground herself to be able to start the process! She should've found the magnitude of the spell, and of the level of magic it would require from her at least a little draining! And yet she seemed unfazed, didn't even seem to notice the excess energy she spewed so violently from her the way she did, which proved to Morgan that the magic they were witnessing now was just the very tip of the iceberg. She wasn't even really trying. And while he'd been impressed by all he'd heard before, it was his self-control that kept him from taking a step back from the actual sight of it and realization that this girl was stronger than even the margin of possibility he'd guessed.

It made him uneasy, considering what he knew, what he was keeping to himself. This wasn't someone he wanted to turn against him, and while he knew that Byron was a good way of keeping on her good side, Morgan wasn't an idiot. He hadn't gotten to the position he was in by being overconfident in his own powers or plans. Just because he was Byron's uncle did not give him a Get Out Of Jail Free card, especially not now that this binding was taking place and Byron was going to be fully under Chloe's dictates, and especially if it was discovered what it was that Morgan was keeping secret.

The girl in front of him wasn't just powerful, wasn't powerful like an Elder, or like the Firstborn of the Balcoins. Sure, she was a Darkseid and that would make her powerful, sure. He understood that, butseeing it was completely different, especially as he witnessed the girl beginning to glow slightly, snaps of electricity running down her body harmlessly as scales appeared on her cheekbones. He licked his lips in unease as magic exploded all around the cavern like fireworks, glittering intensely, captivatingly, showering down on those within the spellground.

Her features scrunched, proving that she was having a little problem concentrating, and Morgan gulped as he realized that she wasn't putting her all into this, far from it in fact. If she had been putting her all into this spellwork... The thought scared him, and he forgot about his reputation and took an instinctive, self-protecting step back. This girl was powerful. She was obviously untrained, and yet so terrifyingly strong he found himself speechless, his throat dry, his stomach queasy, uneasy.

Chloe's eyes opened, and they weren't human, instead reptilian in shape, but Morgan didn't have time to really examine those eyes because the second her eyelashes fluttered open magic exploded outwardly from her orb-like shield throughout the spellground, and then all went black.

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"Where are we?" Cassie looked around her at the darkness, the only light the random snake-like waves of electricity that slithered around them.

"I don't know for sure, but I have a sneaking suspicion that this is some sort of astral projection or trance-like state." Greg brought a scarred hand to his head, eyed narrowed. "We weren't supposed to go into trance."

"What was the last thing that anyone remembers?" Faye wanted to know as she reached out towards a wave of electricity and then hissed and pulled her hand back when she got zapped.

"We started the ritual." Cassie replied quickly, easily. "And then nothing."

"I'm the same." Greg frowned.

"Me too." Faye gulped.

Zatanna finally spoke from where she'd been standing, arms folded over her chest. "Has no one noticed that we're the only ones here?"

Faye's eyes widened. "Byron." She looked around, worry tinting her features. "Byron! Where are you?"

Cassie moved towards Greg, eyes narrowed as Faye's yells were met with silence. "What's going on? Where are they and why aren't they here with us?"

"I don't know." Greg shook his head, scarred hands clenched tightly.

Zatanna licked her lips. "Haven't you three stopped to wonder why we're here together?"

Faye raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Cassie blinked in confusion. "You think there's a reason we were separated from the others?"

"We're the Darkseid circle." Greg caught on quicker.

Zatanna nodded. "Exactly. We're the Circle Byron's going to be bound to."

"Shouldn't he be with us then?" Faye continued to look around the darkness, worry visible on her face.

Cassie's eyes narrowed. "If we've been separated because we're the bound Darkseid Circle, do you think Diana, Adam and Lucas are separated somewhere alone by themselves as well?"

A muscle jumped in Greg's cheek. "We need to find the others."

Almost as if someone was listening to them, electric walls came up around them, boxing them in.

Zatanna raised an eyebrow. "Or, we could stay here."

Cassie looked around here. "Yeah, I think we'll be staying here."

Faye sat down with a cry. "You've got to be kidding me!"

Greg went to the wall and eyed it, dark orbs narrowed at the living, electric barrier. "Just what the hell is going on?"

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"Any luck?" Diana sent Lucas a look.

He shook his head. "Nope, no dice. Whatever is keeping us in here doesn't want us leaving any time soon."

The dark haired Balcoin female sighed as she joined him by the window and stared out of it at the crystal garden outside. "So the door wont open and neither will the window, and we're the only ones inside this room."

"Makes you wonder what happened to the others." Lucas anchored his hands on his hips as his eyes scanned the crystal garden outside the window. "And exactly where the hell we are."

"So we both agree that the last thing we remember is starting the ritual, right?" Diana waited for his nod before she took in a deep breath. "Maybe something went wrong?"

Lucas raised an eyebrow and turned his head to face her. "Or Byron's uncle didn't tell us everything about that ritual."

Diana frowned. "But this is Byron's ritual. I don't think that Morgan Edge would do something that could hurt him."

The Balcoin Hand sneered as if she'd just said something monumentally naive. "Your father left Byron cursed in the other reality, why would you expect better from Byron's uncle if his own father would do something shitty like that to him?"

Diana was shocked to hear something like that coming from Lucas' lips. He and Mikhail had always been staunch supporters of John Balcoin, and hated her and Cassie for what they'd done to him.

"From the moment he said he wanted to observe the ritual I got uneasy, it's why I asked Clark to stick around and keep Mr Edge 'company' as well." Lucas took in a deep breath as he chewed the inside of his cheek. "I didn't trust the man, but I really didn't have a reason not to other than a gut feeling, so I didn't say anything to anyone other than Clark."

The crystals outside the window began to tint blood red, interrupting Diana's train of thought. "What's going on out there?"

Lucas pressed his palm against the glass, eyes narrowed. "That's what I would like to know."

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Clark sent Morgan Edge a sideways glance, trying to make sure that the other man didn't realize that he was watching him like a hawk. When Lucas had come to him with his suspicions that Byron's uncle couldn't be trusted he'd thought that Chloe's Balcoin Hand was too suspicious, but now, with the cave room completely filled with black shadows, leaving them unable to see anything or anyone inside, and with the weird reactions from the man in question, Clark was beginning to question if maybe Lucas had been right. Maybe Clark and the others were too trusting.

Morgan Edge hesitated before he reached out with his hand towards the wall of shadows in front of them.

Councilman Jor-El reached out rapidly and grabbed Morgan's hand before the witch could actually touch the shadows, yanking it backwards. "Do not do that!"

"Unhand me!" Morgan Edge jerked free and rubbed his wrist, visibly flustered. "Do you know who I am? Do not touch me so freely like that!"

"Next time I'll let you be a fool and poison yourself then." Councilman Jor raised an eyebrow.

Morgan Edge paled slightly. "Poison?"

Even Clark felt nauseous as he turned to the Dragon he considered a mentor. "What are you talking about? Isn't that just her normal shadow/mist/fog thing?"

Jor's nostrils flared as he shook his head. "Humans, your senses are so dulled it's terrifying." He licked his lips. "That's not a manifestation of her power, that's Magog miasma."

"Magog miasma?" Clark narrowed his eyes and tried to remember where he'd heard of that before. His eyes then widened. "You mean 'Magog' as in the Magog Marshlands?" His eyes widened further when he saw Jor-El nod. "The marshlands whose vapors were so poisonous no creature could survive in it?" His eyes widened even further when there was another nod. "But that was in..."


Just like the plants that were springing up all over the property. The ones that Major Zod had been bringing for Councilman Jor to study.

"If this miasma is as poisonous as you say it is we need to get them out of there." Morgan Edge looked into the darkness of the spellground.

"We will not be entering in there." Councilman Jor shook his head. "I may not know Lady Chloe well, but I do know her well enough to know that those inside the miasma with her will be protected from it. They're her loved ones."

Clark licked his lips and had to agree with the Dragon Councilman on this one. Chloe had proven in the past that her instincts were first and foremost to protect her loved ones. The people inside the miasma would be safe from it, there was no doubt in his mind. Yes, they didn't have to worry about the miasma.

His gaze turned to Byron's uncle as they narrowed in suspicion.

2nd-Feb-2014 02:56 pm (UTC)
Morgan should be afraid very afraid. What is he hiding?!
4th-Feb-2014 07:32 am (UTC)
Ohhh goodness nothing can ever go smoothly for Chloe and the gang.

I'm surprised that Zod isn't there. Why isn't he there???
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