Behind the Pink Folds (KotLC Fan-fiction)

Note: I do not own these characters. They belong to Shannon Messenger. This will contain information from the book series Keeper of the Lost Cities, but the information might be slightly bent. (Forkle would be proud) Thank you.
=== BEHIND THE PINK FOLDS: A BACKGROUND STORY ===
== Author's note ==
Hello there! I'm Moonlark Alliance! And I really hope you will enjoy this fan-fiction! It's a bent version of a daydream I had once and I decided to create a Fanfiction about it. Now there will be facts from Keeper of the Lost Cities but a load of things that aren't true. SO. Once again I hope you enjoy this!
~Moonlark Alliance
== Introduction ==
It was before it all happened.
Before the arrival.
Before his death.
Before the Lost Cities were tossed into peril.
Before it all.
Before my family died.
And now.
It's time to reflect.
Time to look at the good, instead of the bad.
Not to look at the life that could've happened.
But the one I'm in now.
== CHAPTER ONE ==
"ORALIE!" 
Oh no.
I grunted, not pleased that my older brother was calling me. Brenen may seem like the perfect one in the world, at least to those sappy girls and Foxfire, but he was a pain behind the scenes. I decided to tick him off, by not answering.
"ORALIE! MOTHER WANTS YOU!"
Obviously Mother wanted me. Probably to sit and make lace, how boring. My hands would cramp and freeze. I would prick my finger to many times to count, and hate every minute of it. But if I did, Mother would leap me to the Mysterium and get me a new charm for my bracelet, adding to my collection. 
"Della did say that a new star charm was available." I remembered. I twisted my fingers, thinking hard. I shuffled out of the hollow log, creating the smallest tear in my blueish-grayish tunic. "Please have Mother not notice that." Mother always noticed. I brushed a few leaves from my wavy hair and ran towards Moonwhite, my house.
"Hi Brenen. Bye Brenen." I said quickly as I ran past him. "Wait what?" He spun around but I was already gone. I ran through the forest I knew by heart, ducking under the low branches and swinging on the ones that were just right. I made the mistake of turning around.
I missed the drop-off, and tumbled down into the ditch. I was covered in mud and I had hit my head on a rock and when I reached up to feel it. And when I looked back at my hand, blood.
I nearly fainted.
I hated blood. Just hated it.
My stomach lurked and I closed my eyes.
Rest.
Rest.
Rest.
But I couldn't, rest was impossible.
I got up shakely, to only fall. There was nothing to support a six year old's weight. I was frustrated and angry. 
My eyes scanned the ditch, there was absolutely nothing that could help me. Dirt, mud, dirt, mud, dirt, and more mud. I knew my levitating wasn't strong enough, I pinched myself for not practicing enough.
"Hello." A voice said.
My head snapped up and I squinted into the sun. The outline of a boy was standing at the top of the ditch, looking down at me.
"You look like you've had some trouble." He observed. I decided to be snarky with him. "Oh yes, I just blindly walked into this ditch, rolled around in mud and made my head start bleeding. Yep I think I've had some trouble. Or wait, I was just playing." I crossed my arms and gave my most exasperated look at the boy who was laughing. 
"If you would be kind to me and not yell, I'll help you out." He offered. I sighed and motioned for him to come down. He floated down using his levitation. He had a warm smirk on his face, fiery red hair and a surprising build for a boy his age, which I'd guessed was around seven or eight. He wore a gray tunic with a green pattern on his jerkin. The boy's bangs where slightly covering his eyes. 
I hesitated before reaching out and taking his hand, feeling that this moment would change my life forever. His grasp was strong but gentle, and he smiled at me, his bangs shifting. I got lost in his eyes. Those mysterious blue eyes with the flecks of green in them. I don't know how long we stayed like that. Our hands intertwined, he reaching down to help me up, staring into each other's eyes.
It was when a branch snapped that the moment ended. A squirrel. The boy helped me up. "Is it just your head?" He asked. I nodded. He stared at a spot on my forehead but his eyes shifted to mine once again. He shook his head. "It's a small cut, nothing big. Now hold on." Before I could ask what and grabbed my waist and levitated us to the top of the ditch. 
We stood still for a while, his hand around my waist, my head resting on his chest. I took a step back. "Thank you." I whispered. "It was nothing." He rubbed the back of his head, lost for words. "What is your name?" I asked quietly. 
"Kenric."
"Oralie."
And that was how it began.
== CHAPTER TWO ==
Oralie lead me to Moonwhite, her house she explained. I'd helped her clean up, the split on her head was no longer bleeding and showed no sign of a cut. She was currently complaining about how her mother would lecture her about the tears in her tunic, I nodded along with every word. 
"She gets annoyed really easily-maybe because I'm the only girl-but still. All my brothers are either at Foxfire, at a friend's house, or-mostly in Lin's case-flirting with girls after school." Oralie was saying. "My best friend is Della. She has an older brother who works for the Council and is super annoying. At least that's what Della was saying." 
"I know what you mean, kind of. I have two sisters. They are both older than me, but they are in Foxfire for most of the day, and they always hang out with their friends at midterms and after finals." I said. Oralie gave me a confused look. "How do you know all that stuff about Foxfire? All I know is that its a school that you go to when your either eleven or twelve, and you have to be noble."
"My Father is Magnate, which means he's basically the principal." I explained as I watched Oralie's mouth form an O. 
"How old are your sisters?" Oralie asked after a moment. "Well, Henen is a Level 6 and Pelen is a Level 4." Oralie nodded. 
"How did you know I was there? I-In the ditch I mean." 
"My parents are visiting your home-I have no idea why- and they decided to bring me along. Your mother asked me to go and find you, so I did." 
"Either way thanks." 
"Anytime." 
We walk in silence a bit more, our feet crunching of leaves and twigs. Then Oralie broke the silence.
"Do you have any friends?"
I sighed and stuffed my hands in the pockets of my pants. "Not really, I mean I was friends with a kid but then he was mean to me." I bit my lip.
Oralie seemed to know not to push the matter. I could still see his face, my best friend. His blond hair, cold blue eyes. We used to play in the woods a lot, until, I didn't know. He started talking differently, more about high matters about the Council, and everything they were doing wrong. And about what he would do if he was a Counselor.
"I would make myself a supreme leader," he said. "I would take down the Council and be the ruler of the Lost Cities."
That was the last thing I heard him say.
== CHAPTER THREE ==
Coming soon...