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The Dragon Priestess

AvalonReeseFanFics

A/N: Right So I'm redoing this story, making the bit smaller so it's easier for people to read plus I'm revamping it so it's not so awful. ^_^ Review if you like it :D

Chapter 1: Fateful Confession Pt. 1

The two girls sat in the back seat of the family car. Their dad sat in the driver's seat, their mother in the passenger seat. The eldest of the twins sat in the middle, on her left sat her younger twin sister, on her right their much older sister sat looking out the window. She was trying to ignore her younger siblings and failing horribly.

They were a family of Raven-Haired beauties. They all had fair skin and sharp features, but their defining qualities were their eyes. Their father had warm brown eyes, and neatly placed hair. Their mother had eyes as green as freshly cut grass, her hair was long and curly. The elder sister had bright blue eyes and her hair was long on one side and cut short on the other, very artistically styled. Both twins had the same color of eyes. Both a shade of green. The elder had soft summer green eyes while the younger twin had acidic green eyes though there wasn't an evil thought her in body. Though the twins had the same length of hair, shoulder length long, the older had wavy hair and the younger had straight.

The night flew by as the car raced through the country. The eldest sister sat watching the country-side through the window, trying to pick out the darkened shadows hiding in the dark abyss of the country at night. In the front seat their parents were singing trying to drown out the twins incessant arguing. They were at the age where that was all they ever did was argue.

"I want to be the soprano Cookie! You always get to be the soprano! SHARE!" the younger twin cried.

The older twin merely shook her head while crossing her arms over her chest. "Nope, I ALWAYS sing soprano! I'm better at it!"

"NOT FAIR!" The younger twin shouted, kicking the seat in front of her.

"I swear if you two don't stop arguing I'm going to noogie you both out of existence!" The elder sister snarled, glaring at her siblings.

Usually and threat involving even the smallest measurement of noogie silenced the twins, but this night everything was different and they refused to be quiet. The argument continued, it got louder and kicky-er, it didn't take long for the elder sister to finally snap and start to wrestle with the twins. Once the elder sister had joined in the fight the octave hit a whole new range, the twins were more wailing then arguing. Their mother turned to utter a few choice words that would silence the bickering trio but in the darkness came a bright flash.

Silence hit the little car as they stared at it. The blinding light came from the sky like lightening, but it didn't come from the cloud. Their father didn't see the massive bulk of scale until he hit it dead on. In a scream of crunching metal and fear and pain the happy little family came to a sudden and abrupt end.

Brooke Brillian yelped and jerked into a sitting up position. It had been a long time since she had had the nightmare about her family's death. It had been at least seven years since that night their car had wrecked. Ten years of being an orphan, bouncing around from place to place before finally finding a home at the High Park Orphanage for Little Girls. Or… you know the closest one could get to a home in her predicament.

It wasn't much of a home but Brooke enjoyed being there. It wasn't a completely miserable hole like the others had been. Here the Matron, a lovely middle aged woman named Miss. Grimbly treated the girls like her own and tried to get them ready for the harshness of the world that awaited them right outside their little secluded orphanage. She had the sternest gray eyes and the straightest posture and yet the frizziest red hair. Many would say she looked as eclectic as her taste in the girls she accepted at her facility, but every girl here knew her as a strict but fair role model.

The older girls were expected to govern over a certain age group, and be like their mentor of sorts, or camp counsellors. Brooke had been assigned to the more rambunctious of the five year olds because she could keep up with them, and somehow had some leeway with them in which they actually obeyed her.

Being the cool Mentor also meant that whenever the girls got scared at night they would climb into bed with Brooke to feel safe once again. Last night had been like no other, but instead of one girl she had two snuggled into her side that morning.

Brooke sighed as she stretched and wiped the sleep out of her light green eyes. She looked around her small room. Her school uniform lay on the desk chair ready for her to put on. She looked at the clock, and then down to the girls beside her. She was awake a whole half hour before her alarm was set. She didn't really want to wake the girls, but she didn't want to go to sleep after that nightmare. Getting out of the bed would wake the two girls nestled into her side but staying in bed meant possibly slipping into another nightmare.

Brooke frowned. She always had strange nightmares. In fact some of her friends treated her nightmares as prophecy. Like the one time she dreamed that it had been raining inside and then a pipe burst and flooded the upstairs levels. But the one about her family was not a prophetic dream, it was the worst dream she could have. As much as she loved her family it hurt too much to think about them. She'd much rather forget then remember and be in pain.

Brooke shook the first girl. Her name was Catherine and she was the more independent of the two. She groaned at the first shaking but promptly opened her eyes at Brooke insistence. She only had to take a look at Brooke's face to know what was coming next. "But it's so early!" she complained.

Brooke pinned her with a reprimanding stare. "I'm sorry, but I need to be up early and you are in my bed after all."

Catherine groaned and rolled over. Brooke left the girl to get ready to get up and then turned to Reanna. She was a timid girl with mousey brown hair and a gentle demeanour. Brooke was going to shake her awake but she already had her vibrant blue eyes open and looking up at her. She smiled at her in that way that told everyone that she knew a lot more then someone her age should. "You had a nightmare too," she said.

Brooke knew better then to deny her. She merely smiled to the young girl. "Don't you worry about that. Why don't you take Catherine back to your bunks to get ready for school hmm?"

Reanna nodded and slipped out of the bed. She padded barefoot around the bed, over to Catherine. She linked arms with the other girl and then began to gently pull her towards the door. Both of them mumbled their thanks to Brooke and then Brooke was left alone with her thoughts.

Brooke got out of bed and began to get ready for the day ahead of her. She had won this academic scholarship to a local private school across the park from the orphanage. The uniform she had to put on consisted of a grey kilt, a grey blazer a white dress shirt and a red tie. It didn't look all the good on her, but there were worse uniforms out there.

Brooke double checked she had everything she needed in her backpack before she headed down towards the kitchens. She stopped at the door and dropped her backpack beside her roller-blades. It wasn't very far to the school, but roller-blades helped with the hills she'd have to go up and down to get there.

Brooke walked into the mess hall and found that she was one of the few people up and about. Though she had to leave earlier then the other girls, it was an oddity not to see Brooke scrambling to get to school on time. So naturally people were curious as to why she was up and about so early.

Miss. Grimbly was beside her in an instant, watching as Brooke doled out a small portion for her breakfast. "You really should eat more," she chided. It was a regular complaint. Miss. Grimbly had been trying for years to get Brooke to eat more, to get some meat on those bones, but Brooke hardly ever had a big appetite.

Brooke smiled at Miss. Grimbly who handed her the packed lunch she had prepared for her. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

"So what has you up at this hour? Do you have a practice to be at? I thought you opted for the evening practices because you had less of a chance of sleeping through those." Miss. Grimbly asked.

Brooke shook her head. "No, practises are done for the year. I just couldn't sleep."

Miss. Grimbly nodded. Brooke wasn't the best athlete, but she was an amazing gymnast. Surprising, seeing how clumsy she was. Brooke was, however, a pro sleeper. Instantly Miss. Grimbly was worried. "It's not like you to not be able to sleep. Maybe you're coming down with something."

"I don't feel sick," Brooke assured, taking her tray to her designated table. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

Miss. Grimbly nodded and moved back to the serving table. She tried to wish everyone a good day in the morning. She was a very hands-on kind of woman. It was why everyone liked her so much.

Brooke finished the rest of her meal in silence, she bade her girls a farewell and then headed for the door. Brooke sat on the cold steps outside the orphanage strapping her roller-blades on her feet. As she looked up at the cool morning sky she couldn't shake the feeling that something interesting was going to happen to her today. She could only hope it didn't have anything to do with her hurting herself again.