Chapter 1

"No!" Wisty shouted, throwing down a large folder of paper on the desk with other equally large stacks, looking appalled at the group of middle aged to elderly men. They recoiled as if she would set the desk ablaze with her fury and was genuinely thinking about it.

The time of parties and rest where over once again, and she was working and it had been a pleasant change. trying to rebuild the city, working with the people in hopes that history won't repeat itself. But, it was repeating right in front of her for days know.

"Now Miss Allgood." A large man with rounded cheeks and brush eyebrows spoke up. "We as respectable group of citizens believe that this proposal, is for the safety of the city."

"Safety!" Wisty snapped feeling raw heat well inside her "Safety of what?" she looked at the dictionary size stack of papers. The proposal for improved city safety, version seven, proposed that people with magical power weren't allowed in certain building and it allowed shop and other businesses to denied service and work to magical folk.

"As we have explained, Miss Allgood -" another spoke up, as the tip of her hair ignited, and the group coward as she stood up. Her eye's staring through them making them take a large synchronized step back.

"Whit!" Wisty shouts a wide grin erupted across her face. Her bother entered the large office half wake holding several stacks of paper. "These fine gentlemen, want to talk about city safety." She said with false kindness scooping up random papers in her arms moving swiftly to the door.

"Again." Whit looked more drained at sight of the group of men.

"Again." She said walking out and closing the office door. Her bother was better at getting through to people, but they always came back crazier and set their decisions.

She left the building taking dirty side streets to avoid, snooping reporters and people who she had never met before trying to worm into her life. With far, far too many mothers who had once sworn elegance to The One showing off their son like they were well bread poodles. She felt like she was stuck between what she and Whit needed to do, and the awful things that the city wanted them to do.

Wisty let out a sigh at the sight of her apartment. Entering her she saw her cats napping on the coach, like nothing of importance was going on. Siting besides her cats she flipped through the stack of paper she had carried home and grimaced at the proposals.

Magical people must wear dark or black scarfs while in public.

All government buildings should be separated into magic and nonmagic sections for easier cleaning.

Children with magical powers or have magical families must attend a different schools.

For the first eight years of life a child can be taken form there family and tested on, so science can better explain the effects of magic on a child's mind.

A person with magic powers and a person with natural abilities cannot be legally married without-

Wisty flange the stack of papers to the air the edges blackening with flame. She happened replaced her fire detectors after first instant of setting her apartment on fire, but she didn't care she wanted to let every horrid word burn. She cracked smile scanning the burning papers, until something caught her eye. An envelope seemingly untouched flames just beginning to lick the corners; a bright purple wax seal with an imprint of a man hold a massive sphere on his back, his muscles straining, knees buckling from the weight of his burden. She watched as the melting wax gave him the illusion of sweat, she could strangely sympathizes with the wax image.

She pulled out the smoking envelope pulling out a partially chard letter. She examined the letter the contends was short but, the hand writing switched from an elegant scripted to a sudden jaunty scribbles of a child as if written by two different people.

"Dear Miss and or Mr. Allgood,

I'm honored to announce that for the first time The Atlas Carnival has arrived to your marvelous city. We know you are busy person, and we can see that the city is still in the mites of recovery. But, it would you be such an honor for the performers, mechanics, and pretty much everyone if you attend. Now please do understand that, we at The Atlas Carnival are not asking you to cut a ribbon or give falsified praise. All we ask is for you to enjoy the first traveling fair to use real magic."

'Real magic?' she asked herself, even though more question swirled in her mind.

"Yes, magic there are no smoke and mirrors if you see something extraordinary it's real."

"Oh holy M!" She shouted to no one as a sad realization. A traveling circus was perfect for those how use magic to escape, may it be from the N.O or Bloom or just unhappy parents that wanted you to submit your powers. It was perfect if you just needed to disappear into a place so strange that no one could find you.

"The Atlas Carnival will be residing in North end of the city, being a fellow spell caster you should have no trouble finding it.

Sincerely,"

She stopped reading the bottom part of the becoming unreadable .The north side the fire in the room died instantly. Her last trip to the bombed out abandoned side of the city didn't leave the best taste in her mouth and was close to a certain mounint that she was sure everyone on top of wanted her dead. But, she didn't want to refuse the invite, she was curious and she was running thin on friends and allies in the city, and what was taking one day off work to have a little fun goanna do.

(AN: Thank you for reading, and hope to enjoy. What do you think a circus using real magic could be like? Next chapter will be out late January. Have a nice holiday)