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Akiko142- I wasn't going to kill Chase. I just felt that Violet should've said that. :)

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Violet sat up in bed. The room was quiet save for her own breathing. Yet, something wasn't quite right. She got out of bed and tiptoed down the stairs. The floor was sticky and wet. Murmuring the words that she had been taught to summon light, she glanced down and clasped her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. She was standing in blood. The trail led to her father's room. Trembling, she stepped forward. In the doorway, she hesitated. A scream pierced the silent house. Violet cautiously pushed the door open. Her father, in reptilian form, lay over the bloody form of her stepmother. Violet shrieked, turning to run out of the room, but her father grabbed her by the scruff of her neck. "Going somewhere?" he hissed.

"Daddy, please," she gasped. "Don't hurt my sisters."

"I won't hurt anyone that's not pure Heylin," he growled.

"Daddy, you can't," she protested. "It's not right. You can't kill my sisters!"

He slapped her. "Foolish girl," he snarled. "I'm ashamed of having raised such a daughter. You're Heylin and you should be like me. You should be like your mother."

"No!" she cried. "No!" She closed her eyes. She had betrayed her mother. She had gotten her mother locked up. "I'm not Heylin!"

"You insolent child!" he bellowed. "For your words, you deserve to die a thousand painful deaths!" He opened his fangs.

Violet closed her eyes. "Daddy, no!"

"Violet!" She felt someone shaking her. "Violet!" She opened her eyes. Her friends were bending over her, anxiety written across their faces.

"Violet, my friend, are you feeling well?" Omi asked. "We heard you screaming."

"No, I'm not okay." Violet covered her face with her hands. "It was just a bad dream."

"It was more than that, wasn't it?" Raimundo asked softly. "If it was, you can tell us."

"All right," Violet sighed. "I had a vision of my past." In a few brief words, she told them the story.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask about that," Kimiko said. "If Chase and Wuya are your parents, you lived 1500 years ago, right?" Violet nodded. "Then how come you're still a kid?"

"You guys know who Grandmaster Dashi is, right?" Violet asked. The others nodded. "He trained me when I lived 1500 years ago. The dream I had… Chase was going to kill me. But Grandmaster Dashi rescued me to the future- the present- or maybe the past. Whatever. This time frame. I was five."

"Really? So if you hadn't skipped 1500 years, you'd be dead?" Clay asked.

"CLAY!" his friends yelled.

"No, it's okay," Violet murmured. "To tell you all the truth, sometimes, I'd rather be dead than alive." She rolled over in bed. "Thanks for coming into my room. You better go to sleep now. We have a big day tomorrow."

The stared. "How do you know?" asked Kimiko. Violet didn't answer. She was already fast asleep.

All right. I have to admit something. I've hit a writer's block. Now would be a good time to mix up some stories, but I can't think of one that would fit in here. Any ideas?