Okay guys here is the next Chapter!!! HOPEFULLY this explains SOME things :D I was considering making this two chapters because it's really long, but then you know how I hate parts and blahblahblah and I thought since it took me ages to upload you guys deserve a long chapter ^______^

I thought I would do this chapter to twist things up for the people who THOUGHT they knew what was going on and also for the people who thought they had the characters sussed. 

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Nathaniel's P.O.V

"Circe's mother is dead." I said bluntly, had he gone crazy? What kind of game did he think he was playing? "Circe told me that she died giving birth to her."

"That was a lie" Jacob said quietly, looking down. "Circe's mother didn't die during the birth, she disappeared the day afterwards. I didn't know where she had gone, and I didn't want Circe to get into her head that she might be able to find her" 

He looked up at me, his eyes sad. "If Evangeline didn't want to be found, she wouldn't. It would have been a waste of Circe's time. It was just easier to tell her that her Mother had died, rather than let her think she had been abandoned."

"Better think she was abandoned that believe she was a murderer for 17 years" I said furiously, my teeth grinding against each other. "Do you know the unbearable guilt she has had to live with? Believing that the reason you never wanted to see her was because she was the reason for your wife leaving the world?"

"She didn't think that" He said desperately, his eyes turning wild as he looked at me. "Tell me she didn't think that"

"What else do you think she would think" I said bitterly, looking away from him in disgust. "What can you do now to make up for it? She's gone. And how can you be so certain that her Mothers alive anyway? I still don't understand! Did she not tell you why she left?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "She disappeared like a breath of wind on a summers day. I never had any contact, the only thing I had left of hers was a letter addressed to Circe, to be presented on her 17th birthday. I could never pluck up the courage to open it. And then . . ." He paused, looking down again.

"And then what?" I said impatiently, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

"And then I got this letter," He twitched the piece of paper in his hand and now that I realized it was of some importance, I focused in on it, noticing the thick black calligraphy that decorated the page.

"What does it say?"

"I had never thought I would see that handwriting again you see," He carried on softly, staring past me into another time that I could only imagine. "And then two days ago, I received a letter . . ." He drifted off again and I resisted the urge to take him by the shoulders and shake him roughly.

"Sir," I said, my voice close to snapping. "What did it say?"

His eyes latched onto mine with a sudden clarity that was almost startling. "She said that it was time for her to take over Circe's parenting. She said that people would come for her and I wasn't to question or put up any kind of resistance towards them. She said that she would be in safe hands, she is too important to everyone for any harm to befall her" his voice broke then and he looked away from me as though the mere sight of me was burning his eyes. "I failed" he said hopelessly. "I failed as a Father, and now she's gone"

I felt a pang of pity for this man in front of me, knowing that what he said was true. He had failed Circe, and now that would be on his conscience for the rest of his life. I hope he suffers, I thought bitterly, I hope he suffers as much as she has.

"And I suppose you believe that?" I spat "What does that even mean? This is complete bullshit!!" I couldn't believe he had simply let Circe be taken away by Pirates! "How do you even know they were the right people? How do you not know that there are other people out there that are after her as well? Did you ever think about that?"

"It said that a familiar face would accompany the party" he said, so softly that I had to lean in to hear what he was saying. "And that was-

"Your friend 'Mister Hobbson'" I finished grimly. "How do you know him?"

"I met him when I met Evangeline, he was like a Father to her, she had no parents you see, although she never told me why. He was the one who raised her, he wasn't a Pirate then though."

"Where did they come from?"

He sighed and shook his head. "They were foreigners from some distant land. She arrived on a magnificent  ship as blue as a summer sky and decorated with strange carvings that were . . ." He let out a soft breath, his eyes glazing over. "They were magical, they almost seemed to move with the water, I had never seen such a beautiful vessel in all my life and still haven't to this day." He looked back to me, interpreting my next question. "I don't know what the land was called, she never told me, always managed to avoid the question. They had docked here because of problems out at sea . . ." He frowned, "I can't remember exactly what it was."

"But why does she want Circe now? And WHAT does she want with her? And why-

"I don't know!!" For the first time Jacob raised his voice, his eyes flashing dangerously. "You seem to be under the illusion that because she was my wife I am in the know, but trust me when I say this," He hissed through gritted teeth. "I don't know anymore that you do right now. Do not for one second think that you are the only one who is worried about Circe because you're not. After all, the only guarantee I have of her safety is a note that has been passed down by hand from my wife who I believed to be dead up until two days ago." His shoulders were heaving and he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his finger, looking up at the roof. 

"Which is exactly why you shouldn't have let her go!!" I roared. "We have to go after them! We have to get her back! We can't just sit here and do nothing, you have got the whole Army under your command, you're supposed to be doing something!!"

"Nathaniel," He said gently. "It is not in our place to do anything. This is what is meant to happen" I could tell that he was trying to be patient with me, more patient than I deserved. After all, I was a common solider and I was opening disputing his decisions. If it were anyone else I would have been sacked from the first question. I knew I should hold my tongue and accepted his decision but I couldn't, this was Circe.

"You truly believe that?" I asked quietly, and he nodded.

"I do." He said simply.

"Well, I don't," my voice was cold as I looked at him with icy eyes. "and if you had any sense, you would be sending people to look for her this very instant and praying to the Lord that she is still alive. Goodnight Sir." I saluted him stiffly before turning away on my heel and marching out the door. I could feel his sad gaze burning into my back as I disappeared into the night. He was completely thick if he thought I was just going to sit around and do nothing. I was going after her and no-one in this damn accursed town was going to stop me.

No-one.

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Circe's P.O.V

"Dearest Circe,

I know that you are probably confused and scared but I hope you can understand that I would never have let you go unless I was absolutely certain that you would be safe, but even so, I am so so so sorry that this has happened. I know you probably think that I have all the answers but I don't Circe, I don't. I can only tell you the little that I know and even that is probably going to be enough to turn you against me for the rest of your life, but I have to tell you and I hope one day you will be able to forgive me for letting you think differently, what I did at the time, was what I thought would be in your best interest.

Your Mother is alive.

She did not die giving birth to you as I know you had always thought. And I let you believe it. The truth is a long winding tale of a man who fell in love with a woman that could never be tamed. Their ship had been damaged, in a storm or a battle or something along those lines, and they pulled into our port for reasons that I couldn't understand at the time for there were plenty of other, bigger ones around that could have repaired the ship faster. Now that I think about it of course, I realized that the small secludedness of our town must have been exactly the reason why they chose to dock here. I don't think they wanted the attention, the questions. 

Of course we could tell they were foreigners, the ship was unlike anything we had ever seen, and the people, oh the people. So beautiful and lithe, with hair like snow and large oval shaped eyes that glowed like sapphires in the sun. Even the men were fine boned, yet so strong. The villagers welcomed them warmly with open arms when they discovered that their guests were happy to work for food, as our money was no use to them and vice versa.

It was one woman on board who caught my attention the most though, your Mother.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. The way she moved, the words that fell from her lips entranced me, called to me and I was drawn to her like a wasp to honey. She was wild though, I could see it in her eyes. As one of the most important people on board the vessel I think she had to be. There was this spark in her eye that the others didn't have, this desire to live life that seemed to burn inside her, lighting her up. She was drawn to me as well it seemed and they stayed more many weeks, long past the time that their ship had been fixed. 

It was like some spell had been cast upon the town, never had my people been so happy. The guests were charming and pleasant and had many things on board the ship for trade, exquisite jewelry, so delicate that it looked as though it could snap with a touch yet it was as hardy as a sledgehammer. Smooth decorated vases of all shapes and sizes, pretty little trinkets that could entertain a person for days on end. Your Mother and I grew closer and she began to teach me some of their customs, taking me along to the ship parties that they held every night. That was one thing about these people, they never seemed to tire, they could stay up all night drinking and dancing and still have energy to work the next morning and then do the same all over again the next night. I began to wonder if they ever slept at all.

I fear that we became so caught up in the magic of their culture that we forgot to be careful, we forgot to ask questions, and when we did, they never answered them, they always changed the subject, so cleverly at times that you ended up wondering what you had asked in the first place.

They never told us where they came from you see, they never told us anything about their homeland, or what the purpose of their journey was. 

Half of a year must have passed before everything suddenly changed. I started noticing odd things, such as the number of ships that had been dwindling down since our guests had arrived. I woke up one day suddenly thinking that I hadn't seen a merchant ship for a very very long time. It wasn't a problem, for some reason we had plenty of food, and that, along with the trinkets the foreigners had seemed to be enough to keep our town contented. I hadn't realized before, but all of a sudden this seemed rather odd to me.

And the people changed too, their people I mean, I don't think any of ours noticed any change but there was no doubt that it was there. It was almost as if I was watching them get older. Everyday their movements seemed more forced, rather than the graceful elegance they had first arrived with. Their speech became harsher, and although they were still incredibly well mannered they seemed to tire more easily, we heard less and less noise from their ship at night until it became deathly silent each night.

Evangeline changed too. She began avoiding me, and I couldn't understand why. Whenever I saw her, her eyes were red and puffy, her face pale and drawn. The spark was flickering inside her as each day she seemed hide more and more of herself away.

And then the day came when the town woke up to find that they were gone. The ship was gone, the people were gone, and everything they had traded with us, that was all gone. The work they had done for us was still there though and I think that was the only thing that stopped the towns people from running riot. If they had taken that too we surely would have become corrupt. 

So you can imagine my shock when I opened my door to find Evangeline on my doorstep, cradling her large belly. Of course I took her in, once she said it was mine what else could a gentleman do? It wasn't as though I wasn't happy to see her either, I was absolutely ecstatic. I spent the first week fussing over her like a mother fusses over her newborn child. I simply assumed she had chosen to stay behind to be with me, so we could start a family and raise our child together. 

I never doubted that she loved me, I could see that she did, it was there in the way that she talked to me, the way that she smiled up at me. But I could tell that she was sick. She never left the house, she never came down for meals and eventually she never left her room at all. Your room was hers Circe, and she would sit for ours on the balcony just looking out at the sea. I began to feel like I had somehow trapped her, like I was an evil person who had locked her away by force even though she told me time and time again that it had been her choice to stay behind. She started to age, faster than before, her hair growing whiter and losing its shine, her face showing the first sign of wrinkles even though she was no older than twenty-four years. I feared she was sick and insisted that she see a doctor but she always refused. 

I believed she was nearing the end of her life when she had you. For those brief moments as she held you she looked young again, she looked as though it was the day after she had stepped down from that ship. And I felt hope stir within me once again, only to be dashed away when I woke in the morning to find her gone, and you crying in your cot, a small parcel tucked in your blankets that held the parcel you received on you 17th Birthday, a letter for you and a letter for me.

I believed that she was dead. I honestly did. But there was that one small part of me that knew they had come for her, they had come back for her and taken her away from me.  

In her brief note she had left for me she said that she was sorry, sorry that she couldn't stay to watch you grow up, sorry that she couldn't have a life with me. My heart broke that day Circe, it broke in two. And I hope that this letter will make up for the way I have treated you, I hope that the truth hasn't come too late.

Do not be scared.

I believe that if it really is your Mother that has sent for you, you are going to her homeland. You will see things that ordinary people cannot even hope to see in their lifetime. But do not let your guard down, be wary of these people, there is something about them that makes a person lose his grip on reality. Shield your mind Circe and remember who you are and where you came from. Never forget that I love you,

Your Father,

Jacob

P.S - If you have anymore questions, I suggest you ask Mister Hobbson, he will know more than I do. Although he is gruff on the outside, his core is good. He will look after you."  I rushed through the last part of the letter for a third time, looking up at Colby as I did.

"Okay okay," Colby said, rolling his eyes. "I think you've read it aloud enough times already, now could you please PLEASE untie me? Pretty please?" He said, batting his long eyelashes for emphasis. I ignored him and waved the letter in front of his face.

"But Colby didn't you hear me?" I sad excitedly, my face flushed, "My Mother is alive! And she sent for me! For me!" I repeated again incase he didn't understand.

"Yes, your Mother is alive, oh happy day, praise the Lord and such," He said sarcastically. " now could you please undo these handcuffs?? My wrists are killing me!" I barely heard his complaining so many thoughts and emotions were running through my mind and suddenly something occurred to me and I advanced towards Colby shoving the letter in his face again. 

"Have you met my Mother?" I demanded, noticing how his face took on a suddenly guarded expression. "Well? Have you?"

"That is classified information" He recited. "We are to tell you nothing apart from what is in the letter itself"

"But can't you just tell me if you've met her?" I whined, "It's not going to hurt anyone if you tell me, please Colby?" I looked up at him with wide eyes, sticking my bottom lip out slightly,  a feeling of dejavu  sweeping over me as I remembered pulling  this exact face out on his brother two years before. Colby groaned and looked away quickly before glancing back at me and groaning again. "Don't do . . . that, whatever you're doing- don't do it" He said  squirming uncomfortably.

I looked down at my hands and sniffed. "But Colby, I just really want to know-

I broke off and turned my body away from him, moving my shoulders up and down slightly and sniffling again. "Never mind," I said, trying to sound as broken hearted as possible. "I just really wanted to know about my Mother but I suppose- I suppose- 

I hitched my voice at the end of the sentence before breaking it off. I could almost hear Colby squirming with guilt behind me. 

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"Aww please don't cry," His voice was soft and it sounded strained. Damn I was getting good, I stayed where I was, waiting for him to tell me what I wanted before I turned around to show him I wasn't crying.

"I really can't tell you, I'm sorry but if you want to know you'll have to ask Bon- I mean, Obsidian"

Wait, that wasn't what he was supposed to say!! I whirled around, glaring at him furiously. "What happened to you telling me everything I wanted to know?!" I demanded, noting how his face changed from uncomfortable to angry when he saw my dry face.

"Wait, were you fake crying?" He asked in disbelief.

"Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't" I said, sticking my tongue out. "You were a dummy to fool for it anyway. Not really much of a Pirate are you?" I sneered at him, annoyed that I wasn't getting any answers.

"Why you little-

I turned around so my back was facing him again, studiously ignoring his ranting as I read back over my Fathers letter.

"Don't you turn you back on me you wench, just wait till I get my hands on you I'll-

I wondered why I had never heard anything about the visitors from the village elders, surely their stay, no matter how short, would be recorded in the history books? It wasn't every day that a foreign ship docked at our tiny harbor. The whole story was so mystical, so bizarre, I wasn't quite sure what to believe. Certainly from a detached point of view, it sounded almost as if the strangers had cast some kind of magical spell over the villagers but that was ridiculous. Magic didn't exist. 

And then my mind went back to the night of the ball. Colby, showing off with his magic tricks, pulling toffees and wrapped candy out of thin air. That was just an illusion, surely. He was just clever with his hands and distracting people at precisely the right moments . . .

I took the time to look back at him then, he was still happily threatening me with everything he had, and I wondered about the permanent effect these people had on others. I was sure that my Father had been changed for life, and that was simply through reading his explanation in front of me. I clicked my tongue thoughtfully, looking back down at the letter. My Mother had been one of these people, which meant that I was half her. I pulled the blue stone out from the neck of my nightgown, letting the blue spheres dance around the room as I gazed into the heart of it. Part of me heard Colby suck in a breath the moment the blue light appeared, his cursing stopping instantly but the more dominant part of me was focusing on the jewel in the center of the twisting webs.

What was it? Why did Bones want it so much? And if he wanted it so badly, why didn't he just take it from me? 

I turned around, standing up as I did so, holding out the gem in front of me. Colbys eyes were instantly on it, a slightly dazed expression taking over his face. "Colby why does your brother want this?"

"What?" He said, not seeming to hear me.

"Why does your brother want this so much?" I said, getting frustrated. 

"Ummmmmmmmmm" Colby said exaggeratedly "maybe because its pretty?" He suggested hopefully, his eyes still locked firmly on the jewel.

"Maybe because its pretty" I mimicked scathingly. "What in tarnation is wrong with you?" 

"Nothings wrong with me." Colby said, a dopey smile spreading over his face. "Listen can I just touch-

He made a movement as though to touch the necklace before realizing that his hands were handcuffed to the headrest. He looked up at in confusion as I stared in disbelief. 

"My hands are stuck." He mumbled, frowning slightly as he tugged at them, his gaze never wavering  from the blue stone. "Circe, my hands are stuck." 

I thought suddenly occurred to me as my Fathers words swam back into my mind.

It was as though the whole Village had been cast under some kind of spell . . .

Watching him closely, I tucked the stone away into my neckline. It was if a wall had lifted from behind his eyes as Colby looked up at me in confusion. And then anger.

"YOU LITTLE-

Quick as a wink I whipped out the gem, shining it in his face, grinning as instantly the dopey expression was back, and I relished in this small discovery that I had managed to work out on my own, even if it was still related to a whole lot of other bigger things that made no sense what-so-ever, I knew then that as long as I listened to my Fathers advice, I would be fine. I could, I would survive.

My good mood evaporated as suddenly as it had came however as I remembered my moment with Obsidian. He hadn't been affected by the stone, did it not work on everyone? Or did his own gem simply make him immune to whatever it could do?

I growled in frustration as I realized that I still didn't have the answers that I wanted. Colby wasn't going to give them to me, that much was clear. If I wanted answers, I had to go straight to the top.

Tucking my necklace carefully away again, I promised to myself then and there that I would under no circumstances tell anyone what I had discovered. I also vowed that I would not use the gem to my advantage unless my life was in danger, however fun it was, it wasn't okay for me to manipulate peoples emotions, I already felt slightly guilty for doing it to Colby. 

Although my guilt quickly washed away as soon as he started yelling at me again.

Trying to ignore the foul profanities that were pouring out of his mouth I quickly started patting his pockets, trying not to blush as he stopped swearing at me and started making suggestive hints instead. I was really starting to think he had split personalities.

"You know," He said cheekily as I shoved my hands down his pants pockets. "If this is what you wanted, you could have just told me, I would have gone along willingly."

I flicked back my blonde hair, starting to feel extremely annoyed. "Oh well you see Colby," I said, leaning over him and fluttering my eyelashes, "I thought it might be more exciting for you if I chained you up and played around with you a bit first . . ." I purred, biting my lip and looking at him through my eyelashes. I watched his Adams apple bob slightly as he gulped before the smirk was back, although it looked slightly shaky. My fingers creeped up the neckline of his shirt, which was still wet, and I tried not to let my hands shake and give me away. 

"What a naughty girl," He whispered, his voice as soft as velvet as I moved on the bed, one leg in-between his, the other supporting me with my tippy toe on the floor. I leaned down, bringing his mouth mere inches away from his own and trying not to notice the thick muscles bunching under my hands as his body flexed upwards to meet mine subconsciously. 

"I'm a very naughty girl," I whispered back softly. "And I've also checked all your front pockets, so would you mind rolling over for me?"

His eyes switched from lust to confusion in less than a second as I smirked and swiftly brought up the leg that was in-between his legs, crippling him with the move that had worked so efficiently on his brother all those years ago.

"Never underestimate me," I snarled in his ear before hopping out of his way as he hissed in pain, instinctively curling his legs up towards his chest, his eyes watering. "Damn you to hell," he spat out, his voice twisted. 

I shrugged and moved towards him again, searching through his bad pockets. "That will teach you for disrespecting a Lady." I said smugly.

He let out a bark of laughter. "HA! You? A Lady? Why you're no better than a filthy whor-

I pinched his ear.

"OW!! WHAT THE HELL WOMAN!" 

I pulled a set of keys out of his right back pocket as rushed towards the door triumphantly ignoring his cursing. I rolled my eyes as I methodically tried all of the keys in the lock, that boy really needed his mouth washed out with soap. I grinned, now that was an interesting idea to save for later.

A click sounded and I couldn't help letting out a squeal of excitement as I flung the door open. I WAS FREE!!

Well not really, but you understand what I mean.

"OI!!" A rather disgruntled voice sounded, making me looking over my shoulder momentarily. 

"Yes?" I said politely.

"What about me? Are you going to let me go now?"

I pondered that idea for a moment. "Welllllll . . . " I said dragging out the word. "You see, you look rather angry at the moment, and considering how I kneed you in the crown jewels you have every right to be. However, having an angry Pirate chasing after me seeking revenge doesn't really fit into my plan, and considering how rude you were to me before . . . at the moment I'm just considering leaving you here forever." I said, making my face completely serious.

His face fell and he looked genuinely regretful for a couple of seconds. "Come on Circe, you know I didn't mean it." He pleaded, his grey eyes growing wide. I have to say, for a minute there I almost caved and I think he saw it too because suddenly he smirked.

I hate that smirk.

"Sorry no can do," I grinned at his shocked face before adding the cherry on the cake. "And anyway, I lost the keys." I stayed just long enough to see his thunderous expression before I slammed the door on his raging and ran down the passageway in what I hoped was the right direction.

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