This is not my idea I don't own this story if you know it is written by Tamora Peirce. I do own copyrights to this fanfiction, and I do not like people who take others stories.

A small plump, red headed girl walked up to a pair of giant oak doors. Her name was Trisana Chandler, but she preferred Tris The doors gleamed with symbols of protection, protection from wood rot, and from fire in the girls magic sight. She wore her red hair in a variety of braids coiled in a heavy silk net pinned at the back of her head. Only two thin brads swung free, framing her sharp face, long nose. Next to her hair were her storm gray eyes, which were her most attractive feature. Her eyes were hide behind a pair of metal rimmed glasses, with paper thin metal, which stopped a flood of images from hitting her and making her sick. Her pale skin was almost all covered by her cotton gray petticoat and her light blue skirt. Her petticoat went down to black cotton stocking and her sensible leather shoes. All of which had been woven, stitched, and dyed by her foster sister Sandry. She raised her hand to use the brass knocker, but she lowered it back down.

knock on the door her foster brother briar had said through their magical connection. A long time ago their foster sister had spun them together into a circle. It made all of their magic's had been stronger at least tenfold. Now the cord had disappeared into the four had to use it last summer to get away from Sandry's cousin Berenene.

Leave me alone I will go in when I am good and ready too Tris snapped back. She calmed her nerves and decided to go in now. She raised her hand back up and rapped the lion shaped knocker a few times. The sound boomed through the large halls of the university Lightsbrigde. She heard rushed footsteps against the cobblestones with the front entrance.

Good luck briar wished Tris and closed their magical connection.

"Hello who is their," a women's voice asked? Tris looked up and saw a hole in the door open up. You only could see the ladies bright green eyes, and some of her long straw colored hair.

Tris stepped back towards her three trunks of clothing, books, and some mage items she would need for class. She made a small curtsey to the lady.

"Hello, I am Vandrileane Forem student to master Niko Goldeneye. He had said he had sent message to the head dedicate about me beginning school here," Tris said. The women closed the wooden window, and a few silvery strains of magic sprang from the middle of the door, and started to pull the doors into the school.

So she is also a mage thought Tris. When the doors were fully opened Tris got a full view of the women. She had long straw colored hair, with a small glasses going down her sharp nose. She was dressed in a green temple habit that showed she was a dedicate to the earth temple. Above her habit she had a brass medallion with the symbol of a eleven pointed star to show that she was an accredited mage from Lightsbridge. It all was hanging on by a brown string of flax. Her legs were covered by a pair of dark brown leggings.

"Yes we have been wondering when master Niko's student would be coming. Welcome to Lightsbridge," said the women.

"Thank you," Tris did a long curtsy and tried to show a smile, but it was a little hard knowing that she had to had part of who she really was. She had to hide that she was a weather witch, she could bend the forces of nature to he will, most people were scared at what she could do. Others just wanted to use her powers for war magic, and she was never going to do war magic again. She still had dreams of her killing a fleet of pirates trying to save her old home in Winding Circle.

I am going to be an academic mage, I am going to be fine. I don't want people to be scared of my magic anymore Tris thought. She walked through the giant oak doors and began her life as a student at Lightsbridge.

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