A/N: Yay! New series! I've been working on this for quite a while now-perfecting it and what not-although it's not completely finished, but anyway, I hope you like it! If you review, please give me some constructive critisism, I won't be offended. If you have no criticism, that is also fine!

DISCLAIMER: This is for the whole story, I own no characters etc..although the plot is mine...that I know of anyway.

PART ONE: THE SPACE OF TIME

PROLOGUE

She looked around, good; there was no one there. She motioned for the others to follow; they all hurriedly jumped on the train, and without delay moved towards the back.

She was nineteen, her name was Violet Baudelaire, and the others following her were her siblings. Her brother Klaus, who was seventeen, and her sister Sunny, who was five.

It pains me to say that these three siblings had lead a terrible life, it was inconceivable the amount of pain and suffering that they'd had to go through.

You see; they were orphans. Their parents had died five years earlier in a terrible fire that destroyed their home.

I'm sorry their parents did not die. They were murdered; by an evil man named Count Olaf.

Count Olaf had schemed and plotted and planned many ways to get a hold of the enormous Baudelaire fortune, many of these plans-in fact all of them-were illegal in some way in some law, and involved such things as marriage, murdering, mountains, and much, much more.

Since that day, five years ago, the Baudelaire Orphans had been on the run from Count Olaf. Running with their lives.

Violet, Klaus, and Sunny hadn't seen him for three years, but they knew he wasn't dead; every now and then, they would see an article in the newspaper, or something on the television; and they knew that it was the work of Count Olaf. Sometimes they would even see one of his associates secretly following them, but the Baudelaire Orphans were too smart, and could quickly lose them.

That is what they were doing now. Losing.

They'd stayed in a dirty old apartment for three weeks, until they saw one of Count Olaf's associates: the hook-handed man serving at a nearby restaurant. And they'd decided that it was time to move. They moved every so often, the longest they'd stayed at one hotel was just over two months. They never settled in at any town, they always had to change their names, and they never had a chance to rest, they couldn't make friends, they couldn't trust anyone, they were always on the lookout, they were always, always running.

CHAPTER ONE

It was dark, and the carriage was deserted except for the three Baudelaire Orphans. They'd been on trains all day, switching three or four times, just to make sure that they weren't being followed.

"Sunny, wake up, we're here."

Violet picked up her little sister as she opened her eyes, and jumped off the train following Klaus, who was carrying a large green suitcase that held all their belongings inside.
Klaus walked to a secluded dark spot on the platform, and put the suitcase down quietly.
"Where are we again, Violet?"

"I can't remember what the town's called, I'm too tired to think properly," Violet yawned and rubbed her aching head, trying to remember the very fine details. "But we're looking for the Peasant Hotel."

"Can we stop somewhere to eat on the way? We haven't had anything to eat since breakfast."

"Sure Sunny," Violet smiled tiredly at her sister and set her down onto the platform. "Hold my hand."

A/N: Thanks for reading!