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Summary: This is about the circle of magic people and what would have happened if Sandry hadn't gone to winding circle.

Part One – Woven without thread

Lady Sandrilene fa Toren sighed as she watched two birds race each other around the trees. It was a beautiful sunny day, with a cloudless sky and the grass was bright and green beneath her feet. Usually days like this made Sandry smile and, if she was in town, she would run around with any town children she met. But that was before. Before her parents died and she was stuck in a room with their bodies for days. Before she was saved by a mage called Niko who brought her back to Summersea. Before she had been blinded for days, and got a fear of the dark. Before she came to live with her uncle.

Sandry sighed again. Her uncle had warned her; he told her his house wasn't a suitable place for children, but she had refused to listen. She was just so glad to be with the only family she still liked that she didn't want to leave him.

Not that living in his house was all bad. The servants were very kind to her and Sandry loved exploring his many gardens. But she missed having other children to play with. True, her uncle had many guests who had children, but they were all snobby ladies, who spent the whole time talking about marriage and fashion, trying to make themselves seem more intelligent than her.

Sandry was polite, of course and would treat these people with respect, but deep down she was cursing them. For being the way they are and for not being the type of people she wants as friends.

She had also gone to the marketplace many times with the hope of making some new friends, but most common people would not let their children near her, in case she told the duke about their poor manners. They were also firm in the belief that nobles didn't mix with commoners. A belief that Sandry didn't, and would never, share.

So that was Sandry's life, day in and day out. Long and boring with people everywhere expecting her to be a perfect example of a noble and a lady. Nobody really wanted her to be who she was.

It had been a few months since Sandry had been living at her uncle's house and she was beginning to tire of the life she had forced herself to live. As she became more restless she started to spend a lot of time around the seamstress, with hope she would be allowed to learn how to weave. The seamstress only found her to be an unwanted pain and addressed her uncle about it, without Sandry's knowledge.

It was early in the morning and Sandry was busy writing about...well she was writing about her dreams, what she wished she could be doing.

"Sandry?" A voice at the door distracted her momentarily.

Sandry turned to see her great-uncle, Duke Vendris IV, ruler of Emelan.

"Yes uncle?" Sandry asked giving him her full attention.

"May we talk, just for a moment?" Duke Vendris asked his great niece.

"Of course uncle." Sandry said with a smile.

"Well, it has come to my attention that you are restless and unhappy." The Duke informed her. "Not that I blame you, as a young girl like you should be out playing in the sun, with your friends."

Sandry nodded, not knowing what to say.

"Anyhow the point of this conversation is to say I want you to reconsider going to winding circle."

Sandry's jaw dropped. "Uncle, of course I won't. I like living here, really I do."

Vendris sighed because he knew Sandry wouldn't agree. She was just so desperate to have some family.

"Well, dear, if you really don't want to go, you know I won't make you." The Duke said with a kind smile. "Why don't you go to the market with me today, hmm? I'll be leaving soon."

Sandry grinned. "I'll come." And she ran off to get ready.

"Where is my book?" Trisana Chandler yelled out grumpily to her housemates. "If you've taken it Briar Moss I swear I'll–"

"You'll what?" Briar said, coming to stand by her bedroom door.

Tris just glared at him, annoyed. She hated living with a thief. Of course it was never proven that he took her stuff, but she didn't have any explanation to how things disappeared, otherwise.

"Yeah, you'll talk tough, but that's where it ends." Briar teased.

Tris just glared at him, before shoving him aside and walking out to the kitchen.

"What was all the yelling about?" Lark, one of the housemistresses asked.

Tris looked at her with a look, that was gentler than the one she gave Briar, but not by much. Lark was the only person in the house she actually liked, despite having lived there for a few months now.

"Briar stole my book." Tris told her.

Lark sighed. "Trisana, how often will we have to go through this? Briar hasn't stolen anything since living with us. You cannot continuously blame him every time you misplace an item of yours." Lark said to her gently. "Now, go get ready to go into town."

Tris glared at her, but obeyed anyway. "'You cannot continuously blame him every time you misplace an item of yours.'" Tris mimicked angrily. "If he stole something of hers she wouldn't be saying that."

"Saying what?" A voice interrupted Tris' rant.

"No of your business." Tris said glaring at Daja, her other housemate.

Daja shrugged and mumbled something about Kaq's.

Tris glared at her back. She couldn't understand half the thing's her housemate said because she spoke in Trader.

Tris sighed and lent against her bedroom wall. Oh, how she hated it her.

Daja mumbled about Tris, annoyed at the grumpy girl's attitude. However, she brightened when she saw Lark. Lark told her to go tell Tris they were leaving.

"Can't thief boy do it?" She asked not wanting to talk to Tris.

"Hey I heard that." Briar complained coming into the room. "And I'd rather be a thief than a trader."

Daja glared at him, and Lark sighed and said she'd do it herself.

After a lot of bickering and grumbling they were finally ready to leave, and began the tiresome journey into town.

"Why don't you go off on your own for a while, darling?" The duke asked Sandry when they got there. He gave Sandry some coins and she went off. She loved the marketplace and began looking at the stalls. It was fun for a while, but then she got bored and lonely. She was going to go back to the duke when she heard cries.

Okay people, and that's the first chapter. sorry it's so short, and please review to tell me wat u think. Thanx.