The Terrible Triumph
Disclaimer: The Baudelaire orphans and any other characters in ASOUE are owned by Daniel Handler A.K.A Lemony Snicket and Harper-Collins publishing.
Credits to Jade Roxanne for giving me this idea. This is based on the events happening in TCC, and TSS, before Violet, Klaus, and Sunny met Quigley, except the parts with Duncan and Isadora have been made up.
Reviews greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1.
If you have stumbled upon the website, fanfiction.net, and have come across this story you are reading right now, I feel sorry for you. This is a most dreadful tale I have written which involves orphans running away from a money grubbing relative, triplets running away from a money grubbing stranger, and a dog. I suggest you go to a website much happier than this one, might I suggest happierplacethanfanfiction.net.com. I assure you, it is a better place to be at than a hot air balloon in the sky.
Duncan Quagmire looked glumly over the side of the balloon. Only weeks before they had escaped the clutches of Count Olaf in a hot air balloon, created by Hector. He used to be the handyman in a place called The Village of Fowl Devotees, a place where nothing but rules mattered. Who knows where they are now, though Duncan. They 'they' he referred to was the Baudelaire's, orphans who were in constant peril by their greedy, distant-relative, Count Olaf. The last he had seen of them was when they were running, trying to catch the rope ladder, leading up to the balloon. Snapping back to his senses, he looked at their surroundings.
Far below them, he saw a carnival, or the remnants of one. From the looks of it, a great fire had happened. An old roller coaster and a pit was all that was left, save for a few lions prowling around in the pit, with a bloody mess in it. He shuddered, not wanting to think about what had happened in that pit. Beckoning his sister, Isadora, to come over, he told her to look below them.
"Do you think Olaf has been here," questioned Isadora.
"Who else could it be? There's only one person who could start a fire like that and cause so much destruction. He's our mortal enemy, and the Baudelaire's as well.
Isadora looked at her surviving brother, a tear welling up in her eye. She remembered the horrible events. Her other brother, Quigley, had died in a fire started by Olaf, in an attempt to steal the Quagmire Sapphires. They still prefer to be called the Quagmire Triplets however.
Isadora looked ahead at the mountains coming close. She saw a black car with a caravan attached, an eye symbol painted on the side as decoration. She shivered, not from the cold of the altitude, but from remembering the eye. It haunted them wherever they went. First on Olaf's ankle, to the insides of the ghastly fountain they were forced to live in. Wherever they went, it went. She pointed it out to her brother.
"Do you think that's them?!?!"
"Well," said Duncan, "considering the time it has taken us to travel, visiting all the places the Baudelaire's have been by doing a fly-by, and finally deciding to go to the mountains to see if we could land somewhere, that could very well be them. Let's not get our hopes up though, you know our luck."