Hey people! So this is my first Unnatural History Fanfic! I'm going to make it a Henry/Maggie Jasper/Violet story, Since I love Henry and Maggie! I'm going to try to throw some humor in here, because I'm really not that much of a fan of sob stories. This short and sweet Prologue is a little sad, but it's just a story. And yes, I did write that poem! Yay! Okay, so on with the disclaimer and the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Unnatural History or It's Characters blabladeebla.

Violet's Violet

Prolouge

There's more than just color, in these violet eyes

There's more than just feelings, of shock, and surprise

There's more to me, that meets the eye,

There's millions that I keep, locked, inside

So don't you think, that you know me by size,

Because there's way more than just color, in these violet eyes...

~By ME "dun dun dun..."

I was kneeling beside her, holding her hand for the last moments she would be here. The silence of the plain white walls in the small cramped-up room seemed to be sinking in on me. The lights weren't on and the slight darkness of the room seemed to be taking a toll on me, making me feel even worse somehow. I could hear the beeping of the machine hooked to the woman, regretting every single time I had disobeyed her. Praying that she won't leave, to just stick around just a little bit longer. She was dying of cancer, and I was afraid of what would happen after she died. She was the only family I had. My mother. She was giving everything to me in her will, and since I was 13 (a new law had just passed) I could live on my own as long as I had someone to take care of me. I knew this day would come, but not at the age of fourteen. Fourteen! I was startled when her voice interupted my thoughts. "Violet, I want you to keep this" My name is Violet. She gave me a petal. It was Violet colored, just like my eyes. My eyes are violet because my Mother is part Albino, and The only Albino trait I got from her was her eyes. The violet smelled wonderful, It smelled like a million violets in one. "I want you to remember me by this violet. It has the power to give happiness, and, it's everlasting. Your Grandmother of many greats planted this violet. She made a tradition. To rip of a petal for your self and pass the violet on to your Daughter or Son. You, Violet, got the last petal. Which means you will have great luck. You can choose whether to pass it on or not, your choice." I knew that she was right because I felt happy all of a sudden when I held the violet. It gave me encouragement. Stregnth. It made me feel like I had power. "Oh and violet one more thing, you have a cousin" I was shocked. "A cousin?" "Yes, and an Aunt and Uncle along with that, I want you to move in with them, they live in Washington D.C and I know you've always wanted to visit there. You remember Maggie Winnock don't you?" I had totally forgot about Maggie. We were stuck like glue until her father joined the airforce and they were stationed in Washington D.C. I'd miss being in Texas though. The thought made me excited, yet sad because I'd just be barging in after my mom just had died. "Violet, you must not tell anyone about the petal until you have a Daughter or Son ok?" "Yes, whatever you say mom." The beeping in the machine was getting slower as my nervousness got higher. "Mom, mom are you ok? Are you ok!" "Violet, honey, remember that I will always love you, and that I will always be with you. Keep your faith and never look back, and remember that's your violet, violet. And no matter what, you'll always be my sweet little violet." With her last words there was just one long beep as the nurses and doctors came rushing in.