This is my second story! Hope you like!
Prolouge:
Maryanne Hart hummed as she rocked her week old baby girl in her arms. When the babie's eyes finally closed, Maryanne smiled. "Goodnight, little Tempest." She whispered.
"Maryanne!" Called a voice the single mother knew well. "Maryanne!"
Maryanne sat the baby in her cradle and ran to meet the man at the door. "Rodger! What a fabulous suprise!"
Rodger smiled. "Yeah, well. I couldn't wait any longer." He said.
Maryanne smiled knowlingly. "For what?"
Rodger chuckled as he held a dagger to Maryanne's chest. "Sorry, Mary, dear. But I need that little girl of yours. And your the only thing in my way."
"Tempest?" Maryanne asked still staring at the knife in fear. "Why her? Why my precious baby?"
"That's for me to know and you to never find out." He said. A scream peirced the night and a few minutes later, Rodger ran from the house with a bundle in his arms. He ran through he city, thankfully not gainnig any unwanted attention. The baby was oddly quiet. Suddenly he tripped. The bundle flew from his arms.
He got to his feet and looked franticly around. "Baby?" He called. "Baby?"
On the other side of the street, a woman in a black cloak to shelter her from the rain, picked up the baby who had rolled ot her feet. The baby wasn't crying so she checked it's breathing. "Still alive." She said happily. SHe looked at the name on the blanket. "Tempest. What a lovely name. Come little baby. You'll live with me." With that the woman walked away.
Rodger scambled in the streets. "Baby?" He called again. He could hear no crying. "She's probably dead after that anyway." He muttered before walking off.
Well, that's the first chapter! Tell me what you thought! Who is this strange man? Why did he want Tempest? Why on earth does this poor baby never cry? All excelent questions!!