Chap. 1 ~ Disaster
Snow woke up to the sweet trilling of bird. It was only six in
the morning, but however she tossed and turned, she could not go
back into the realms of sleep. In the pit of her stomach, she
felt a sense of dread. Today was going be a bad day. She wondered
what would come up, but contemplating the future was no easy
task. Getting up, she stared at herself in the mirror.
Snow Prodelwood was fourteen years old. She had long black hair,
and was very fair skinned. Her eyes were a deep grey, but
sometimes changed color according to her moods. She noticed that,
as she gazed at the mirror, her eyes gave off a purplish tinge.
That was not a good color to start off with in the morning. Snow
thought uneasily about school. Would she encounter a social
problem? Would she bomb a test?
A creak of a door opening jerked Snow out of her reverie. Someone
hesitatingly knocked on her bedroom door. Snow's little brother,
Flame, entered the room.
"Are you okay, Flame? Why are you up so early?" asked Snow. Flame
crawled onto her bed. He was only eleven years old and was easily
upset. Unlike her, he had blonde hair and deep, serenely green
"Something bad is going to happen, sis. Can't you feel it?"
"Yes, I know, but there's no point in worrying about it until it
occurs. I'm sure it won't be that serious." Snow tried to soothe
her brother. "Now let's get up for breakfast, and then go to
school early, okay?" Flame nodded, and the two began to get ready
Halfway through eating breakfast, the siblings heard a rumbling
noise. It became louder and louder until -
"GOOOD MOOORRRNIING, SNOW AND FLAME!" roared a loud voice. Their
father, Ray Prodelwood thundered into the dining room and
barreled into the dining table. Stephanie Prodelwood, Snow and
Flame's mother, followed quietly down the stairs.
"Be careful, dear. You could injure yourself." She smiled and
turned to Snow and Flame. "Good morning, you two. Are you ready
Ray and Stephanie Prodelwood worked at Bio Technology. While Ray
was loud and full of energy, Stephanie was quiet and calm.
"Yeah, Mom. We were just about to leave," Snow replied.
"All right, then. Your father and I shall be coming home early,
so expect us to be home before school is finished. Hurry now,
or else you will be late!" Snow grabbed Flame by the hand and
the rushed to school.
At school, Snow waited on tenterhooks for the disaster to occur.
To her surprise, however, nothing unusual came up. As she walked
home with her brother, Snow sighed with relief. Maybe it was all
her imagination and nothing would come up. Her carefree mood
continued, and carried her through the door of her house. The
sight that greeted her eyes stopped Snow in her tracks.
The house was wrecked. Furniture had been smashed. The floor was
strewn with pieces of glass. Paper fluttered in the air, and the
refrigerator's door had been ripped off. Snow and Flame stared in
shock at the mess.
"Mom and Dad!" Flame suddenly shouted. "They're supposed to be
back! Where are they?" Before Snow could stop him, Flame started
running through the house, shouting for their parents. He
disappeared up the stairs. Snow was about to go after him when
something caught her eye.
On the now legless dining table was a letter addressed to "Snow
Prodelwood." With trembling hands, she slowly opened it. It read
"If you want your parents back, meet us at 5:30 in South Alley.
Do not bring anyone with you, besides your brother."
Snow glanced at the clock. Five o'clock. They could still make
"Flame!" she called. "We've got to get to South Alley!"