Note: Hi again! I hope you like this chapter. I haven't decide who will Violet be. But this fic will definitely a K/I fanfic. Violet will find someone eventually (promise) but no love triangles. Triangles might be interesting, but I'm not putting any because I don't like sibling rivalry. Please don't stop reading, I love reviews. (But it's up to you.) Hope you like the story anyways.

Chapter 2: Vivid images from the past

Isadora…

It was another day in an orphanage. Silence was enveloping the students as we waited for the weekly concert to begin. I'd always wondered why no one ever gets bored of these concerts. Every week, the same person sings and performs, and every other week the same songs are played. They only change the songs every month. Though it is quite boring, I loved these concerts. Music always makes my mind at ease, making me think more couplets. But the real reason is that, more vivid images from my past appear in my head...well at least I think they are.

I looked to my left and saw Quigley looking around the auditorium. I grinned to myself. He was obviously examining the details of the inside part of the auditorium. His new hobby this week was making a very detailed map (or plan) of the interior parts of the orphanage's indoor facilities. I looked to my right and my grin grew wider. Duncan was crouching down (while on the chair). The person nearest to him on his right was 5 seats away so he was taking this chance to start an article in his (new) dark green notebook about the students of the class he was in. Dunc was one of the writers in the orphanage's weekly newsletter. His eyes were shining since this was a great opportunity for him as he'd loved to be a journalist. They have weird hobbies for teenage boys, haven't they? Well, what can I say, we are a weird bunch.

I turned my eyes back to the singers and yawned softly. How many times had I heard these songs? Three weeks! Well, everyone got used to it. I slumped lower on my chair, thinking of couplets that I could use to fill up my (new) black notebook. I could feel my eyes droop. A few seconds later I snapped right up. I was already half asleep when I heard the most horrible noise in the world. It was like a teacher's fingernails scraping the black board mixed with the terrible sound of sharp objects on a white board and everything that sounded exactly like it. I sat up straight and covered my ears with my hands. On the stage was a chubby man playing a violin, well, at least trying to play one. So that was where the terrible sound was coming from. Not only that, the auditorium looked different and so was the people in it. I looked around and saw Duncan, still on my right. But he looked…younger. He looked no older than 13 and he was wearing a uniform (we don't wear uniforms at the school in the orphanage). He was talking to someone next to him. It was a girl, but I couldn't see her face because Dunc's head was on the way. I looked to my left but instead of Quigley, there was another boy. I had seen him before. Dark brown hair, soft blue eyes behind a pair of glasses. Who was he? Next to him was a young girl. She was biting the seat on where she was place earnestly. No one around me seemed to enjoy the music. The boy looked at me and smiled. The next thing I knew, I was in a different place. It was like a soft breeze had blown me there, without making me feel like I did moved. All the noise the man on the stage, and the people disappeared like a single bubble in the air. I was leaning on a wall of an old shack that looked like it had been through all major natural disasters that ever existed. There was a bed on a corner and the ceiling was dripping with something I could not really make out. On the bed sat the 3 people that I kept on seeing in my dreams. I guess the girl I saw sitting with Duncan in the auditorium was the same girl who was holding the infant girl on the bed. Next to her was the boy I was sitting with a moment ago. They all had a very glum look on their face. Duncan was leaning on the wall too, looking very thoughtful. But there was no sign of Quigley anywhere. Then… "Ow!" A felt a sting at my leg and saw that it was a crab, I grimaced and looked back up. Everything changed. All I could see around me was fire. Hot thick flames were licking its surrounding. I could feel the intense heat on my skin. I started to run. I could hear screaming all around me, but I could not see anyone. The bright color was blinding me. The flames started closing in. I was trapped. Before I could do anything, I saw 2 people in front of me. They were hugging each other, looking very tensely at the fire that surrounded them. Then, there was the petrifying scream.

I gasped, "NO!"

I opened my eyes and found myself still in the orphanage's auditorium. I touched my cheek and felt cold sweat trickling down my face. Some people's head were turned right at me. After a moment or so, they turned back to whatever they were doing (either watching the singers or something else). I was still on my chair trying to gain my breath.

"Isy, you ok?" Quigley asked worriedly. Duncan was looking nervously at me too.

"Y-yes, I'm fine," I stuttered. I suddenly feel really cold, but it only stayed for a few seconds. I was breathing heavily. "I think you need fresh air," Duncan said. I gulped then nodded.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Quigley said, starting to stand up. Duncan and I followed him quietly. One of the teachers asked us where we were going. Duncan told him that I needed fresh air. He was about to say something, but when he saw my (probably) pale face, he just nodded and let us go. We went outside and stood near the school fountain. It was in the middle of the orphanage. I looked at myself in the water. I, indeed, looked very pale.

I sighed deeply and hugged myself. It wasn't a cold morning, yet I felt a bit chilly. I sat at the side of the fountain feeling hot, yet cold. In the middle of the infamous VFD orphanage, are 2 women that looked very much like the dryads I saw in the poetry book I had. They said they were 2 goddesses that used to be worshiped by the people that used to live on the spot where the orphanage was erected years ago. I looked at their faces, from their extremely cheerful smile to their posture. They didn't look real at all. If anyone asked me, they looked like 2 little girls who knew nothing but playing in the fields and being all merry. I continued looking at myself in the water.

'But I look very different from them,' I thought. Well, I was no average teenager. Firstly, I am not conscious about my looks. Secondly, I don't look like one. Almost half of my face is covered by my hair, which was just barely longer than my ear.

All of the sudden, my 'enchantment' by the crystal clear water was interrupted by a white flash. I was in another fountain. The surrounding was dark and less cheerful. To complete the mood, another person and I were being dragged, with our mouths covered and hands bounded. We were also wearing a heavy sort of coat. The fountain was shaped like a bird sprouting water from its beak. A tall man pressed something around the bird's eye and it split open. The next thing I knew, I was being thrown to the dark, damp bottom of the bird-fountain. The light was getting smaller, and smaller, and smaller and smaller, and…

"Isadora, are you ok?"

I gave a start and found myself still sitting next to the Goddess Fountain, looking at my reflection. I immediately stood up and faced my brothers.

"Yeah, I feel better," I said with a gulp.

"You don't look like you do," Quigley said.

I stared at the two boys giving me identical frowns. You just don't know how much Duncan and Quigley look alike. They both had hair reaching just above their ears, and faces covered by half of it. To be more exact, they look a lot like me. The only differences between us are that I am a girl, and Duncan is wearing a green shirt, while Quigley is wearing a blue one.

"If you want, we could take you to the Hospital floor," Duncan said putting a hand on my forehead.

"It's not necessary," I said waving off his hand. "I feel fine."

"Don't act like you are not sick, Isadora Rowena Quagmire." The only time that they actually call me by my full name was when they are annoyed with me.

"You're temperature seems a bit high, and you look like you're going to faint."

I sighed, how lucky could a girl be with two overprotective brothers? (Sarcastic). As a matter of fact, they are older than me by only a few minutes. Suddenly, I felt very cold again.

"Alright, let's go then," I said exasperatedly. We stood up to leave, but just then…

"Well, well, well, what have we here?"

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