Disclaimer: I might as well put this up since the idea of mutants and such is not actually mine. The respective mutants belong to their respective authors/creators. Please understand that your character may take a while to come in, merely because of where he or she is to be found. One more thing... I am exxtraordinarily bad at accents, so I will attempt to do the French one, and I know French words/phrases, but the Irish one might be a tad bit more difficult. If I decide not to do it, I apologize... And the entirety of this {other than the few French or possibly German phrases I use} will be in English, cause that's what I know.

Thought ya'll would like to know that I would appreciate input as to where ya'll think the story is going. Enjoy the Prologue. ^_^


Aventree brushed her hair back, half wishing she had had the will power that morning to bother with putting the length of ebony streaked, dark red into a braid. Holla-Morgan came up to stand next to her, leaning gently against her sister's shoulder. Her breath came in short gasps, slowly becoming more regular as she felt the reassuring pressence of another being near her. Once the girl in brown had calmed down somewhat, Aven turned to look at the tear-streaked cheeks.

"Did Jaques leave you alone, love? He knows better than that!" Concern building in her marbled eyes, she led her twin back inside to sit on the couch situated in the center of the living room their father was renting until someone discovered the three siblings' powers.

"Not his fault. You know I don't really enjoy forcing ya'll to congregate around me... It's just, since Mom died, I haven't been able to be alone. Almost like claustrophobia... Aven, will I ever be okay?!" Her words came out an angered version of sobs as she looked at the girl sitting next to her. At that point, a young man exchanging punches with one who could be {and was} his father entered the room. Both took one look at Holla and became serious.

The older man ventured to speak first, him supposedly being the pants in the rented house. "Who left Holla-Morgan alone? Both of you know how it is; especially here and with the circum..."

"All in the house, you are ordered to come out, blindfolded and with your hands visible to us." A voice, reedy and weak echoed through the small living room, issued from a cheap megaphone. The speaker waited a few moments before again addressing the house's occupants. "We know you are there, muties! Come out now! The house is surrounded, so don't think to escape somehow!"

Jaques, Aventree, and Holla-Morgan all jumped when they heard the voice, but after a moment, they became angry. It had happened sooner than they had thought, but, as they had known it would, they had been found out. Maybe they had seen Aven talking to the plants in their small garden, or Jaques getting angry at how they were so constantly hunted. No matter; they had been found out and leaving must occur. Surprisingly, or maybe not since he was older, three young heads turned to look at their father, awaiting his instructions.

He issued them rather suddenly. "Aven, baby, I need you to animate all the trees they're standing by." He ignored her protests that she had never done that many and continued. "Jaques, the moment we get out, you need to protect your sisters, if possible, get Holla to the obvious leader so she can change him; almost all mobs become powerless the moment you strike out at their leader. Don't worry about me." And as he said it, so was it done.

The two girls ran down the stairs of the porch and into the chaos below, their brother and father following. Her black hair flowing behind her, Holla-Morgan raced to the first man she could, gently touching his hand as he reached for her; his mouth opened grotesquely as he screamed in pain from becoming an ugly thorn bush with no decent purpose whatsoever. Enraged, she went to another, and another, turning them to the plant that they were in essence. Around her swords, daggers, and sais of dark oak wood bark were flying about, emitted from a concentrating Jaques. Aven, though, seemed most taxed of them all, for she held at least seven, large trees in action, gleefully smashing about with their branches at random mob members. Soon, far sooner than believed possible, the three youths were able to shove their way out, running haphazardly through the surrounding woodland. When Aven at last fell to the ground, unconcious, they stopped, gathering worriedly about her when the narrow streak of evergreen would not leave the hair about her temples. Neither of the two bothered to wait for their father before picking up their slight sister and continueing through the woods; both had heard the shriek of anguish as the treeline had been gained...

Immediately, Jaques took charge, carrying his tiny sister as he led her twin through the darkening trees. No longer would they stay in this part of the country. And with their father's funds unavailable, things would become much more difficult. When a small clearing had been found, and all sat around it, even Aventree, they began to make plans, plans to get across the sea and to a place they had once hoped to go with their father- America. "I just hope we have better lcuk now than we ever had..." Jaques whispered quietly into the night, for once not his obnoxious, obvious self.




Well, there ya go. The prologue to Traveling With The Vedaras. I hope it was satisfactory. As I mentioned earlier, your characters will not just automatically be there; the Vedaras have to find them... If this is extremely bad, I apologize. I have never done an Interactive fic before. We'll see how this goes. And this was mainly for background... In all reality, I have no idea where they might have been when this occurred; maybe Russia? Now I needs must go. Again with the hoping there was enjoyment. ^_^
~The Alciontae Shadow~