HEY! I'm back! Newer, better, and well...that's it. Azaria, this is for you, and A3rrow, you're also here. I do not own the Storm Hawks, but I do own Spark, and my other OCs. Message me if you want to use my characters.
Prologue
The lightning that flashed outside lit up the Atmosian skies, mimicking day in short, furious bursts. The winter wind battered a tiny terra that seemed to jut out from the middle of the otherwise empty sky. The tiny house on the terra received the beating meekly, the shutters clapping against each other, as if applauding the display that was being put on before it. A tiny black dot flew towards the house, landed on the terra, deposited something at the door, then flew away again, fighting the wind.
Inside the house, a red haired man tossed and turned, his nightmares controlling his body. His green eyes suddenly burst open to a loud thumping sound from outside. The man stood. He was tall, slim, and unshaven, his eyes downcast and tired. He may have once been handsome, but now he just looked lonely, old, and very sleepy.
The pounding ceased.
The man staggered to the front door and opened it.
"Hello?" he said hoarsely. The wild wind was the only response. He was about to close the door and return to the torment of his nightmares when a high pitched wail arose from the doorstep. The man looked down and saw a tiny bundle, lying at his slippered feet. He lifted it up and peered inside, his eyes widening in shock.
It was an infant, fussing and kicking. Pinned to the baby's shirt was a piece of paper. The man walked inside, closed the door, and set the child down on the kitchen table. He tore the paper off and read:
She's yours. I hope you remember me; it wasn't too long ago. I'm too ill to take care of her. A friend of mine sent her to you.
Love her. She looks just like you. Her name is Spark.
The man put the paper down, a single tear sliding down his worn face. Outside, the wind howled, a mournful wail, and the baby matched its cry with her own.