Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Sixteen years after that dreadful day…

"Aly! Allison, get your rear out of bed and fix my breakfast!"

That was the usual way Aly woke up every morning. She'd fix her dearest guardian a breakfast that was sure to clog up the old lady's arteries, and then to make matters even worse she was forced to dress her.

That meant tying a corset to an old hag that was close to three hundred pounds. That meant seeing an old lady half-naked, with her rolls of fat and open sores from her lack of attention to herself.

It was a sight to ruin anyone's mind, but it was a sight Aly had to deal with every day.

After the dressing of Michelle, Aly would manage to sneak downstairs and get her own breakfast, warm enough to still be good and enough food to last till lunch.

And then she'd run back to her small room, and get truly dressed for the day.

She'd tie her long blonde hair back, throw on jeans and a loose t-shirt, and wander off for the day.

Usually her big brother Rex would come with her. Michelle was Rex's biological grandmother, but he wasn't the same as she was. Despite his roguish appearance and personality, he cared a lot for his little sister. He hated how his grandmother treated her, but he couldn't do anything about it. He knew what her magic could do, after seeing countless people who'd pissed her off get beheaded with one look from her.

Once they got to the woods, Rex and Aly would race each other to their favorite spot.

This spot was a huge tree that was tall enough to see over the huge walls of the mansion that they'd found one day.

Both siblings even had their own corresponding branches to sit on, where'd they watch the coming and goings of the countless servants the rich folk had hired.

And then something happened.

Aly had been gazing at the garden's fountain, when she saw a girl she'd never seen before come out and sit on the edge.

"Rex, who's that?" She whispered, pointing at the girl.

Rex's head whipped around, and he tucked a few stray ebony strands back from his face while he stared.

"I bet she's their daughter." He murmured, staring at the girl. The sun glinted off her red hair, and when she turned completely around he saw her glasses, and the dark eyes that hid behind them.

Rex, a person who never voiced his thoughts out loud, whispered "Beautiful…" and prepared to climb over the wall to the girl.

Aly smacked him as hard as she could, and he came out of his trance.

And then a guy came out of the house, and said something to the girl. The guy had a deeper red for hair, and was taller than the girl.

And he wasn't wearing a shirt, which showed off his tan skin, his defined muscles… Rex wiped the drool from Aly's mouth, and leaned back into the tree. It was going to be a long day, he could already tell….

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Richard snuck up on his sibling, knowing she was once again off in her own little dream world. He poked her shoulder, and she jumped about a foot before she rounded on him and punched him in the arm.

"Don't do that!" She said, sitting back on the fountain rim and pouting.

Richard knew that pout. Mythriel was very good at it, and had gotten her way because of it ever since he could remember.

"Mom and dad want to meet with us this afternoon, something about our upcoming sixteenth birthday. I'm here to fetch you. Now come, Mythie."

Mythriel grabbed his arm and dug her nails into it. "Of course, dear Richie Rich. You need to put a shirt on first before you blind me of your ugliness."

Mythriel dodged her brother's hand, and ran into the house, laughing.

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Lane sneaks into the computer room, and sees that the Mole is no where in sight. Smiling gleefully, he plops himself down in front of the computer, and begins reading fanfiction. Very naughty fanfiction. The kind that would make your grandmother blush.

Ruth comes in from working on the Mole's room, a job that will never be done. She sees her husband reading the said stories, and promptly whacks his head.

"Lane! Get off that before the Mole sees you. She'll have you head!" Ruth says, turning off the computer screen.

"But Ruthie.." Lane whines and gives his wife his best puppy dog look.

He then takes some of the things that happen in the very explicit fanfiction, and gets to work.

This is where the Mole walks in, two of her main characters frantically ripping each other's clothes off, shakes her head, and shuts the door while hanging a sign that reads Privacy Please on it. She decides to have a talk with them later about their spontaneous habits…