Disclaimer: I do not own circle of magic or the circle opens and any references that might interfere with that stuff. The girl, wall, and Firestream are mine though.

Hi whoever reads this! This is my first story so I need a lot of feed back on it. If your interested in this fanfic then you've no doubt read the circle of magic etc. so you know the structure of the stuff

"Uuuughh." Slowly sun filtered into the dark room, filling the smoky air with light making it even foggier and as clear as mud. Slowly the lone being in the room sat up clutching her head with both hands. "Fersco's hammer." A thirteen year old girl grasped her head in both hands, swaying back and forth, trying to get the drums to stop. She grimaced, rubbing dirt from a stubborn chin with long fingers, desperate for some comfort beside the light from the lone window set in the stone wall of the prison. "Well that blows it." She muttered standing up and stretching her long, lithe form in the dim haze. She shook her head trying to shake some of the dust from it to at least gain some dignity in this prison. Sighing she plumped down against the wall again. What was the use she thought angrily to herself, plucking at the dirty green of her once clean tunic, they had promised her a fair trial but had they followed up?

She shook her head "of course not" her gruff voice echoing around the small stone cell "why does the great judge have to lower himself to judge me?" She smiled bitterly. Of course he needed to judge her since the Lord Dedicate Firestream had accused her of theft. She snorted as if she could steal anything. She turned her gaze to her large hands and long arms. She was as clumsy as an ox in a china shop as many of her friends told her, though she could whistle better then anybody she knew. The light glinted off her roughly tied back hair, turning it a bright shining bronze when it had been a light brown before. Her clean cut eyebrows rose above gleaming hazel eyes before the light bounced off a hook of a nose and lip with the lower half slightly bigger then the top. These lips puckered and with a deep breath she began to whistle.

It wasn't like shrill whistling that you eventually get an earache from, but it wasn't low like a signal whistle. It was pure and simple, rising up and down like a piece of music. It was in fact a song and the guards outside, patrolling the prison, listening before catching the tune and continuing on their way. A playful tune about four legendary mages that after leaving Summersea with their apprentices, traveled the world, bringing back treasures and stories, of magic and sights rarely heard of and never seen in the dank streets of the now dismissal town.

First a joyful tune rang out, spreading forth tapestries and silks that you could almost touch through the tuneful whistle, with a note of command and nobleness yet sadness with every ringing sound. Next a growing march sounded gradually growing more complicated and louder with each note, each underlined with loyalty and wit. Third was a slow majestic piece, the beat held by the ringing of a low whistle that sounded like the bell tone of a hammer, but underneath was sadness and loneliness only tempered by the growing puzzle in each note about this mysterious mage. The last was loud and thunderous before breaking off into a soft song made in great concerts by the low hunting horn, sadness also marked this song but kindness as well, though the stubbornness of the horns to give up the melody played that part of the mage well.

Slowly the sound died off ringing in the ears of the girl in the cell as she tried to picture what the legendary mages would look like. She sighed and pounded the wall with her fist, before staring at it as she sternly reprimanded it. "Look at that." She whispered pointing to her knuckles "those scrapes didn't come from nothing you know you ought to be ashamed." She glared at the speechless wall before sighing and murmuring "I don't suppose you knew anything about them did you?" She asked the stone wall quietly "you been around a while maybe you saw them." Getting no response from the wall she continued. "I mean they've been gone for over fifty years" she paused "maybe their a myth made up by that dictator to keep us quiet."

After the head dedicates died the second in commands who took their place didn't like that the powerful mages were nothing more then a tool. She winced remembering there history lessons before the schools were closed. "They seized power you know." She whispered to the wall behind her seeking comforting in anything. "They used there power in a way it shouldn't be used." She shuddered remembering the awful pictures in her text book.

These were animated and moved along the lines of the battle showing a mage dressed in healers robes laughing as one by one the men around her died. Some simply collapsed like a puppet with their strings cut but some died in horrible ways, with blood churning from all the openings in there bodies until they fell, shrivelled like a dead frog she had once found. As the book moved on there were many such pictures. Men and women burning from the inside out, feeling warmth spread outwards before exploding on the spot. Others died clawing at their own faces trying to escape the dreadful images that grew before their eyes. Many died from wind and lightening, others from summoned monsters, plants, their own weapons and clothes, there was no end to the destruction these mages could cause.

At the end clip of the battle scene, one man stood in the face of the mages. The brave
Duke of Summersea stood in his bloodied battle armour, protected by clothes his niece sewed for him and weapons that her friends helped make, stood alone as he faced the mages. None wanted to fight him of course so they sent forth a parlay while they quickly made plans, spelling one of their one with powerful unmagic spells or antimagic spells. Seen by no one and heard by even less this cowardly mage crept across the battle field clutching a dagger ending the war for the mages. This dagger was now lying in the University of Mages and was considered to be one of the most precious of artifacts. It was also part of the reason she was sitting in this cell explaining all this to a wall.

"You see" the girl said taping the wall fondly with a hand "they think I stole it but I didn't." The wall seemed doubtfully of this and she gentle rubbed, what she had come to think of, her wall. "They needed someone to blame and I happened to be in the room at the time." She patted the wall reassuringly "Don't worry I'm sure it will work out." She grinned and rubbed a secret pocket in her coat. "At least the meals here are better then anything I've scrounged up." The wall said nothing and the girl seemed to take that as a good night so with one final pat she slipped off into the peace of sleep.

Review please and if you haven't down so already (though seeing as your at the bottom of the page you probably did) read please. Also Fersco is a god I made up he's in charge of music. Thanks- Aeo

Ps I need a name for her I'm starting to get a name for a couple of people but she turned out different then I expected and she needs a new name please review with one thanks-Aeo