A/N: Next little bit up! Every time I start a different POV, I'll do another chapter. So by the end of this fic there may as well be er…50 chapters? I dunno, I'll just type and go along with it.

Chapter 2: Memories

Nathair

Nathaniel—

Say hello to Kitty for me.

Nathair opened his eyes. Again, that same dream! It had bothered him for the last week, ever since he had joined the workers of the Johnson Estate…ever since he had met the daughter of his employer, Kristine—who preferred the name of Kitty.

Kitty…

She was in his dream. For some strange reason, Nathair had felt an energy passing between them the first time that he saw her. It felt as though they had known each other before, and he sensed a familiarity that couldn't be placed. But after a while of fathoming where they could've met, Nathair pushed the thought to the back of his head. Daydreaming wasn't part of the job requirement.

Nathaniel…a name similar to his yet not quite his…it sounded upper class, higher, formal. He was just Nathair, the servant boy—though he was hardly a boy anymore as he neared his sixteenth-birthday.

The dark-haired boy rolled over and stared at the ceiling. He heard to sounds of the snoring servants beside him in their hammocks and cheap beds. Oh, the Johnsons were rich, but they 'couldn't afford' proper beds for their maids and servants.

Being dumped as an orphanage as a toddler, Nathair had little recognitions of his former life. Sometimes he even confused his dreams with his memories. It was a hard life, and were it not for Kitty and their friendship, Nathair would've abandoned it long ago. Not that he had a choice.

He got up and went to wash, getting ready for the chores that lay ahead. What was it today? Scrubbing the floors; doing the laundry; polishing the many cars; helping the gardener with his plants…well, that was fun at least. He could talk to Luttens the gardener whilst helping out as well, and perhaps Kitty would visit like she often did.

Nathair finished and pulled on a faded gray hoodie to match his torn jeans. Then he started out to the gardens first, that would be a nice, fresh start in the cool morning. Just what he needed to perk him up after yet another sleepless night.

The sun was just rising up, and the sky glittered and shone with colorful rays…gold, pink, orange, yellow…and the hint of blue which would replace them later. Nathair jogged up to the usual meeting place and waited for Luttens to arrive. It was a bit misty in mid-January, and the fog dampened his clothes, but they couldn't touch his hopes. Dew clung to the bushes and shrubbery in the Johnson's vast garden, and Nathair inspected them.

"Those'll need another trimming for sure," a voice said behind him.

Nathair whirled around, grinning. He had recognized Luttens immediately. The soft, growling tone that scared yet mystified him was so unique, and fitted for the many stories Luttens told him. The man was old and crinkly, but had a gruff father-like appearance. He seemed rough and aggressive on the outside, but was actually kind-hearted once you got to know him a bit. The corners of Lutten's eyes wrinkled as he smiled at Nathair.

"You'll need to work extra hard today. I hurt my finger the other time whilst snipping the rose bushes, so you're on your own."

Nathair's grin slipped from his face as he pretended to scowl, but the old man merely barked out a laugh.

"Shame your little friend Ms Kitty wasn't here to help us! An extra pair of hands would be useful."

Nathair's face dropped for a second, until a voice rang out over the fog.

"Who said I wasn't gonna be here?"

A/N: Yes I know, I used the name from the other fic I wrote, but yup! I could stretch up this fic for AGES and add loads of plots to form a full one, but I'm really busy at the moment, so I'll just narrow it down to lots of action, etc, and finish it off quickly…though I dunno how long 'quickly' is!

I have the main idea of the plot, but can't be bothered stretching it out too much, so this fic will be a bit fast paced and all.

Reviews accepted and greatly appreciated!