The little girl's screams echoed down the cold stone halls of the tower as she was escorted roughly by a pair of heavily armored men. She cried for her mother... her father... her brother and even her sister. The child kept screaming and kicking as she was practically dragged down the halls, followed by a elderly mage and a knight-commander.
"Greagoir, don't you think you're overreacting to this? She's only a child! Let me... let her at least have the chance to be taught! Let her at least be given the opportunity to control her magic, she knows not of what she's done!" the elderly man insisted.
"And have more lives put in jeopardy? Did you forget last night's incident already Irving? I lost two good men, and you lost a few apprentices as well to the demons if I recall. Tell me Irving... were their death's in vain? Must we have the Veil crossed AGAIN just so you can be pleased? No Irving, this must be done... for her and for all of our safety, and it must be done now." Greagoir dismissed the old man.
"Forced Tranquility... at such a young age... it only seems so cruel." Irving muttered to no one in particular, though Greagoir could easily hear the First Enchanter's ramblings. "It is the Maker's Will that this is done, Irving... surely you must realize how dangerous the girl would be if she were to become a maleficar or... Maker's breath... an abomination."
The young girl's screams started to arouse the attention of several of the apprentices in the tower, their heads poking out of the doorways as they investigated the noisy disturbance... they knew full well not to ask what was going on until the matter was settled. Despite the Circle of Magi existing for years upon years, distrust still filled between the Mages and the Templar.
Even the thick, metal doors couldn't cut out the child's screaming as they slammed shut behind First Enchanter Irving and Knight-Commander Greagoir. Only a few knew what truly happened in the Chamber of Tranquility and none were permitted to speak of it. After an hour's time... the girl's screaming finally stopped.
When the chamber doors finally reopened, the armored Templar were now escorting a much more quieter, calmer girl... her face completely devoid of emotion and now baring a large tattoo on the right side of her face. The apprentices shivered in fear, and even a few of the Templar were chilled to the bone at what happened to the child... Myria Cousland.
The young girl had only been at the Circle Tower for a week, and already her fate was sealed to remain 'Tranquil' as the Chantry worded it... though everyone knew what it truly meant. Myria would forever be emotionless, dreamless... she would have little more personality then the stone walls that made up the tower itself... even a Mabari war hound would be a more interesting conversationalist then her.
It was only a few weeks ago that Myria had been living happily with her family, the well respected nobles... the Couslands. She was the middle birthed child of the her older brother Fergus and her younger sister Lucretia. She enjoyed playing with her siblings in the courtyard, even despite the troubling times ahead for their family. Her magical powers were a secret only known between her and her sister... not even their own mother, who had given birth to them, knew of the 'curse' they bared for their entire life.
However one day, the secret was broken when a fire had erupted in the castle... guards rushed to see the source, fearing an attack but all they found was Lucretia amidst the chaos. Luckily the youngest Cousland was unharmed and after being asked what had happened, she explained that the cause of the incident was Myria and her magic.
At first the Teryn and Teryna dismissed it as a lie... but soon rumors began to spread amongst the castle staff. They still didn't believe such a thing, that their own daughter was born a mage... but they needed to put to rest the fears amongst the others. One day Myria was summoned into the main hall, where there awaited her mother and father along with a pair of Templar. It was only then that the trueth was revealed... despite the Cousland's want for it to be a lie, it was true. Myria bore the mark of magic.
The Cousland family was powerful with the people, but even they would be nothing if they defied the Chantry... they had no choice but to accept their terms, to have Myria taken away... to have her title as a noble and their daughter revoked as she was to be an apprentice mage, learning the ways of controlling her powers.
And although Lucretia told the truth of Myria having magic... all her other words were a lie. For the youngest of the Couslands was the one who started the fire all those months ago...