Post by R. on Apr 10, 2022 12:37:33 GMT -5
Prologue:
The sun was setting over the Valley of Four Drafts, but for the three children in the back of Dr Montgomery Montgomery’s car, the day was just beginning. Violet, the eldest, rested her head on her brother’s shoulder, trying not to think about what would happen if VFD refused to let her in due to her lack of a power, a misfortune only ten percent of the population was burdened with. Klaus, the middle child, was squinting through the fading light at the book in his hands, trying to block out the burned remains of his parents’ home from his memory, but it always came back more vivid than before. And Sunny, the youngest, scanned around the car for something she could practice her biting on which wasn’t the expensively upholstered leather seat below her. Despite their fears, the three Baudelaire orphans could not deny their excitement at being welcomed into VFD, a powerful secret organisation made up of those with the greatest minds and the most incredible abilities. Monty hadn’t told them much about it apart from that, so all three of them were aching with an all-consuming need to discover more. Suddenly, Sunny gave an excited cry of “sijo!” which Klaus immediately translated to Monty as “I can see the headquarters!”
Sure enough, a beautiful, majestic building of green wood and glass was rising up from the layers of snow, topped with a tall, imposing tower with a clock face shaped like a gigantic eye, which seemed to watch the children closely as they stepped out of the car and made their way towards the grand wooden doors. Monty stepped in front of the children and began typing frantically on a peculiar machine attached to the door, before it finally swung open in a frenzy of mechanical clicking. The children gasped as they stepped inside an extravagant entrance hall full of comfortable green armchairs crowded round crackling fireplace, on which a few people were sitting reading books from the impossibly tall shelves that lined the walls, equipped with their own tiny elevators which seemed to move sideways as well as up and down. Dangling from the high, arched ceiling was a massive crystal chandelier shaped once again like an eye, which scattered little beams of light all across the room.
“Welcome to your new home, Baudelaires,” Monty whispered with a smile.
The sun was setting over the Valley of Four Drafts, but for the three children in the back of Dr Montgomery Montgomery’s car, the day was just beginning. Violet, the eldest, rested her head on her brother’s shoulder, trying not to think about what would happen if VFD refused to let her in due to her lack of a power, a misfortune only ten percent of the population was burdened with. Klaus, the middle child, was squinting through the fading light at the book in his hands, trying to block out the burned remains of his parents’ home from his memory, but it always came back more vivid than before. And Sunny, the youngest, scanned around the car for something she could practice her biting on which wasn’t the expensively upholstered leather seat below her. Despite their fears, the three Baudelaire orphans could not deny their excitement at being welcomed into VFD, a powerful secret organisation made up of those with the greatest minds and the most incredible abilities. Monty hadn’t told them much about it apart from that, so all three of them were aching with an all-consuming need to discover more. Suddenly, Sunny gave an excited cry of “sijo!” which Klaus immediately translated to Monty as “I can see the headquarters!”
Sure enough, a beautiful, majestic building of green wood and glass was rising up from the layers of snow, topped with a tall, imposing tower with a clock face shaped like a gigantic eye, which seemed to watch the children closely as they stepped out of the car and made their way towards the grand wooden doors. Monty stepped in front of the children and began typing frantically on a peculiar machine attached to the door, before it finally swung open in a frenzy of mechanical clicking. The children gasped as they stepped inside an extravagant entrance hall full of comfortable green armchairs crowded round crackling fireplace, on which a few people were sitting reading books from the impossibly tall shelves that lined the walls, equipped with their own tiny elevators which seemed to move sideways as well as up and down. Dangling from the high, arched ceiling was a massive crystal chandelier shaped once again like an eye, which scattered little beams of light all across the room.
“Welcome to your new home, Baudelaires,” Monty whispered with a smile.