Disclaimer: As if I would EVER claim any of the great Tamora Pierce's Characters! Okay… I might want ownership of Briar… but… yeah… that's not happening. Therefore, all things from the Circle of Magic/The Circle Opens/The Circle Reforged is strictly the property of the Lady Tamora Pierce. Anything else is strictly mine. Get it? Got it? Good. Now… I don't want to see ANY legal papers on my desk in the morning.

Chapter Summary:

The four have reunited. Each now18 years old, they live together in a 3 floor manor. One day, while at market, something happens that starts a whole new adventure for the four mages. This story takes place after Shatterglass with the little information I know from The Will of the Empress.

The Circle Reunited

Chapter One: The Burning Manor

At Market, Streets of Summersea, in Emelan

The streets were swarmed with people. The rich, the poor, and the middle-class crowded the streets with whatever money they had to get any bargains they could. Lining the streets were booths, each selling their different goods. There were tents were scryers foretold whatever future they may have seen in their glasses. Mages on the streets sold everything from potions, to enchanted clothing. There was a certain part of the street that seemed to be particularly crowded. Four booths were teeming with customers, most of who looked to be quite wealthy. They were all obviously mages.

One of these mages wore a cotton shirt, dyed in a pine-green shirt and bark-brown breeches. From his booth, miniature trees were being sold to wealthy-looking buyers, most of whom were wearing green robes and habits that expressed their dedication to the gods of greenery. To his left, a mage with red hair and glasses sat with children, starring intently at each one as she handed them different objects. To his right, a cinnamon-brown skinned mage wearing leather with neat braids pulled back touched a small brass rose bud which immediately bloomed; her customer let loose an "ah…" To the living-metal worker's right stood yet another mage. With cornflower-blue eyes and clothes that were unnaturally straight, she was busy letting a woman with wild hair and two missing teeth try on a silk dress. They were, respectively, Plant Mage Briar Moss, Weather Mage Trisana Chandler, Smith Mage Daja Kisubo, and Thread Mage Lady Sandrilene fa Toren. They had gained a reputation as some of the greatest Great Mages of the age. They also happened to be no older than eighteen.

"Oh, but I certainly can't afford this," the woman told Sandry sadly as she looked at herself in a full-length mirror.

"And why would you assume something like that?" She responded, wrapping a matching scarf around the woman's head.

"This is real silk, my lady," she said with a toothy grin. "And I am far from rich."

"I told you, don't call me that," Sandry told her with a frown. "And how much money do you have on you anyway?"

"Not a copper more than one silver crescent."

"You're in luck then! I made these ages ago and I need to get rid of it. So… I'm only selling it and the ensemble for a total of five copper astrals." The young noble beamed at the woman whose eyes had begun to water. "And they're guaranteed never to wrinkle or stain.

"Thank you," said the woman, her voice cracking. "What- is there anything I can ever do for you?"

"You could buy the dress. Honestly, it would mean the world to me," Sandry said, still smiling. Moments later, the dress and scarf had been wrapped and paid for. The thread mage watched the woman walk away, her smile still planted firmly on her face.

"And did that make you feel good," said the plant-mage. He looked as if he were about to speak again, but before he could someone caught his attention. It was a man in a long, expensive-looking overcoat. Behind him, two people stood. One wore the mage's medallion on their neck and the other carried bags. The man was admiring a Weeping Willow shakkan and was snapping his finger's for Briar's attention.

"I'll not pay a copper more than one Gold Maja," he said importantly, straightening himself and setting the large gold coin on the booth-table. A scowl had adorned Briar's face as he placed the money in a small chest and handed the pot over. The rich-man immediately handed the pot over to the already overburdened servant and walked away smugly.

"Bag," Briar muttered.

"Kaq," Daja said at the same time. The four mages scowled at the man as he walked away before they each were swarmed with more customers.

The sky was now a beautiful orange; the signal to booth-runners that it was time to pack-up and go home. Tris packed her different toys and objects into a small chest and collapsed her tent quickly. Sandry ordered her remaining works to fold themselves before packing them into a box. Briar packed his remaining three shakkans into a metal crate while Daja placed the little remaining living metal she had into separate wooden crates lined with metal on the outside. They were nearly done before…

BOOM!

The ground shook as a house in the distance erupted in flames. As what seemed to be a natural reaction, the four mages left their booths, Sandry throwing a long thread out, which twisted and turned forming a circle around all of their booths, and ran toward the wreckage. As they raced to the pillar of fire, they dealt with the traffic that ran in the opposite direction. Briar, as a former thief, easily maneuvered around them. Daja, on the other hand, followed closely behind Sandry who gently moved people, using the clothes they wore to move them out of her way. Tris was less gentle. With firm and strong gusts, she shoved the panicking people out of her way. They reached the scene in a manner of minutes.

Before them, a blazing three-story tall manor slowly burned before their eyes.

Author's Note: It would be nice to get some reviews before I continue. I want to get any feedback before posting the second Chapter.