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AMAZONIAN WARRIOR! :D

Chapter 1 is right here and ready to go! Oh yeah! :D

I can't wait to cause some mischief! :D But unfortunately, you guys won't get the joy of that. Well, at least not in this chapter. The mischief starts next chapter.

This chapter is the prologue showing a small scene between the OC and her mother. I will have some significance later on, so…yeah. xD Whatever, ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Storm Hawks. They are the property of Nerd Corps.

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Red Rose

"Mommy, when is he coming back?"

A young raven haired woman, her rosy colored dress adorned with flowers of all colors turned her attention from her knitting to her daughter questionably.

"He? Your father?"

The young four year old girl nodded her head.

"I don't know, Scarlett. It may be a while before he comes back home."

The girl named Scarlett slumped in her seat with her head in her arms as she watched her mother knit a maroon blanket with a sigh.

"He always comes home late…" Her golden eyes downcast, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat and sighed deeply again. "I miss him."

The mother sighed. "I know Red Rose, I know..." She put down her knitting needles and cloth on the table and sighed deeply herself. "But everything is going to be alright. He just works a lot so he can keep us fed. You know that."

"Yes, but still, does he have to stay so long? I never see him anymore."

"Red Rose, come here." Scarlett rose from her seat, straightening her bright red dress before walking stiffly to her mother's lab. The woman embraced her in a hug and petted her hair lightly.

"I know we don't see him much anymore and I too wish that he wasn't so busy lately but,"

The woman lifted her daughter's face to look at her, her cerulean eyes staring straight into her daughter's golden ones.

"He is trying his best to be a good father to you, Red Rose. He wants to let sure you live a great, happy life. Sometimes that requires you to work hard at it so you can make it possible. That's what he is trying to do."

"..Oh." The mother could tell that the young girl didn't quite understand the explanation and chuckled heartily. "One day, we'll be together like a family again, I promise." She kissed the top of Scarlett's head, brushing strands of jet black hair from her face and straightening the red rose that was placed there. The girl nodded her head solemnly yet sleepily, shifting in her mother's lab and laying her head on her shoulder.

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you call me Red Rose?"

"Well, that started all the way back, twenty-four years ago." The mother smiled again.

"When I was your age, I went with your grandmother to a local flower shop on Terra Lyn. Your grandmother always went there every Sunday and picked the most beautiful flowers we could get our hands on. Back then, there was a new selection of them because the shopkeeper would go out early in the morning and hand picked them. When he opened his shop, your grandmother and I were the first people to be there and bought them fresh. We would decorate the entire house with flowers. Your grandmother even wanted to have her own flower patch."

The mother smiled gracefully at the reminiscence of her childhood and sighed softly. Scarlett listened intently to the story, though her eyes were becoming heavy with desired sleep.

"She moved away from Amazonia to another terra not too far from here. She did nothing but tend that flower patch of hers. Whenever the school children dared come close to it, she would chase them with a broom. That crazy woman… (chuckle) But she was a sweet old woman. Whenever I came to visit her, she would let me pick any flower from her patch. Each time, I picked a red rose because it was my favorite. Everyday I would pick a red rose from her patch and cherish it. When she died four years ago, new landowners bought her lawn and did not take care of her flower patch. All the flowers ended up dying."

Scarlett could hear her mother's soft voice turn sour at the memory, but she quickly softened again.

"I wanted to name something – anything – that would remind me of those beautiful flowers, most of all, those red roses. Something that I knew wouldn't wilt away and leave me. Something I would and could always cherish. Or, in this case, someone." At this, the mother looked down at her daughter and smiled sweetly.

"Scarlett, do you know what your name means?"

The young girl shook her head.

"Scarlet(t) means 'red', and Rosette means 'rose'. You, my Red Rose. And of course you have to have your maiden name, Ambrel."

Scarlett nodded her head and yawned softly.

"Red…Rose…"

"Yeah…"

The two females remained silent in the room, enjoying the rest of each other's company for a few minutes before the mother lifted her child from her lap and carried her to the bedroom. Scarlett wasn't sure what was going on as her eyes blurred from tiredness. Though her vision was unfocused, she could feel herself being placed on a soft mattress and could feel something warm and soft being thrown and tucked on top of her.

"Mommy…?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Scarlett still couldn't see, but she heard a small chuckle and felt soft lips peck the top of her forehead.

"I love you too."

The mother stood up from her crouched position at the bed and turned off the lamp. As she walked to the door, she heard the blankets shift and the mattress creak softly.

"Good night, mommy."

The mother turned her head to see the young girl drifting off to sleep holding her light brown teddy bear to her chest as she snored softly. The young woman smiled.

"Sleep tight, my Red Rose."

Aw, I like this. : )

Now for the next chapter when all hell breaks loose. Yes!

Oh, btw, Scar's full name is Scarlett Rosette Ambrel, just in case you didn't understand where Rosette came from with the whole 'what her name means' part of the chapter.

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~ L. Flame ~