Candice had no idea of her brothers' happiness a few miles away as she sat in the back yard of her adopted families home. For once, she was home for the traditional bonfire of the winter holidays. When she was little, only just adopted, she had been terrified of fire, of course no-one knew why, but she refused to participate. Once she had gotten over that she had started school already and insisted on doing homework at that time, when her brothers couldn't convince her to goof off and have fun. After school she had moved out so, naturally, she wasn't around for them. Somehow the family had convinced her to arrive.
Candice grinned as she watched the elderly woman she had grown up with as she tried to light a match. The boys, all adopted as well, just yelled at her to use magic but, like the woman she was, Dianna told them calmly she would do it the old fashioned way. Candice often wondered how Diana could put up with the three boys, not to mention herself added into the mix. She just giggled at the boys' impatience.
Eventually, Diana got the fire started. By that time Candice was inside getting drinks but, when she saw an orange glow reflecting off of the kitchen surface from the window, she went back outside. The mintue she went outside something happened as she inhaled the smell of burning wood and whatever else had been thrown onto the fire, her mind went blank and images appeared in her head.
"Candie, Honey, Can you take Melanie to the park while I put Sammy to bed please?" An older woman, blone with shining blue eyes asked a small girl. She grinned, a slightly gappy grin, and called out the name Melanie. A smaller version of the girl ran into the room, the younger one was around three, give or take a year. "We're going to the park Lanie." The girl, Candie, used an affectionate name for the other one, Melanie. She helped the smaller blonde put on a coat and walking boots and put on her own before shouting good bye. There were two replies, one in the voice of the woman who asked them to go and one from a deep male voice. Candie opened the door and grabbed Maelanie's hand before stepping outside. The picture faded.
A small blonde girl ran towards a burning building, oblivious of the younger girl, almost the spitting image of herself, screaming after her as she ran. All the girl knew was fear, fear for her parents, for her brother, for her family. She ran past the people trying to put out the flames and ignored their shouts as she had the other girls'. The small girl ran up the stairs yelling the same thing over ad over again. "Sammy! Sammy!" Until she reached the top floor. There was a nursery, untouched by the flames. The girl ran towards the cot in the middle of the room and pushed the mobile out of her way, only to find it empty. "Sammy!" The small girl, estimated age seven, ran back downstairs only to find the people there carrying out two black bags. The bags were body shaped, even at age seven the girl could tell what they were. The picture faded from her grief stricken face.
A small blonde girl ran through the trees, as though trying to run away from something, but nothing was chasing. There was distant smoke behind her, coming from near the edge of the forest she appeared to be in, smoke in the direction she was running from. The small girl ran, tripping over every now and again. Her jeans were covered in grass stains and rips and her top was covered in mud from when she had been splashed when she fell over. For hours it seemed like she was running until she fell over and, was so tired, she couldn't get back up. The small girl slowly let herself drift off into blackness as the picture slowly followed. </COLOR>
<COLOR color="#000">Kyle, the oldest of the adopted kids, was the one to react to the sound of smashing mugs. It was normal that Candice would break something, she acted like a seven year old almost all of the time and that included clumsiness. He did not however, expect to find his beloved sister on the ground, passed out but in distress. "Di! Di!" He called to the woman who had taken him in. She ran over along with his two brothers, Jason and Jacob, also adopted by Diana. He was asked by all of them what had happened but he couldn't answer their questions.
"Look, I don't know what happened but I do know what needs to be done. Jase, Jake, Go to the address she gave us in case of emergancy's. Ask for Sam, it's her brother. Tell him you're Candie's brothers and immediately bring him back here ASAP. You can tell him what happened of not, just tell him it's an emergency." He watched as they apparated. Kyle was the closest to Candie, He may not be the closest to her age, that was Jacob, but they were like two peas in a pod. She had specifically told him that if anything was to happen to her, no matter how small it was, they had to tell Sam. "Di, Go and get some healers. I think she may have gone into shock, I'm not sure what happened or how serious this could be." He watched as the older woman ran to the fireplace and disappeared in a green flame. Though the twenty five year old was, more often than not, more immature than Candice herself, he knew when to be serious and to take action. HE had seen some people, very sensitive people, go into shock before at the tattoo parlour so he recognised some of the signs but, what he didn't know here was, what caused it?
Kyle picked Candice up off the ground and took her inside. He placed her on the kitchen table, careful not to place her on anything that had been put onto it. He got a cold, wet flannel and placed it onto her forehead, waiting for someone to come back.
