Hey people (or if you're not human, hi too),
This is my newest and second fanfic. So far I only have the prologue for you due to having thought of the idea/characters before the plot. I should have chapter 1 up in a few days though. I'll try to post it Monday, but no promises. Anyway, read, review, and enjoy!
Prologue
It was a dark, stormy night. In a hospital, a man knelt by a woman writhing in bed. "Ahhh!" Her screams rent the chilled air. The man squeezed her hand. "Not much longer now. And Malorn will have a beautiful baby sister.", he reassured her. She smiled through the pain twisting her features. "I know." Another woman dressed in green and white walked in. "The baby should come any minute now", she informed the couple, after examining the woman. "Any ideas what to name her?" the man asked. The woman clenched her teeth, as a new wave of pain ran over her. "I thought...we could call her...Ashley", she panted. He smiled down at her. "Ashley...so beautiful." "Ahh!" The loudest scream yet split the night, but with the shriek and a tiny wail, the baby slid out. The nurse picked her up and wiped off some of the blood. "Oh... she's so beautiful", the woman breathed. "Let...let me hold her." The nurse handed the woman the baby and she softly cradled her in her arms. "Ohh...ohh!" the woman cried out suddenly. She fell back against the bed shaking. The nurse scooped up the baby. "Doctor! We need a doctor!" she cried. Two men rushed in the room and bent over the woman. The man's face was ashen. "Sylvia...oh, Sylvia!" The doctors worked over her for several long, frantic moments. At last, they stood up and turned to the man. "It's no use. We did all we could but...she's gone." His eyes widened. "No! Noooooo! She can't be gone! You could've saved her! You didnt try hard enough, you could've saved her!" The men looked at each other. "I'm sorry sir, we truly tried to save her but she was bleeding internally and once someone loses so much blood..." A womawaking a clipboard walked in. "Malistaire Drake? Allow me to say, I am so sorry for your loss. I apologize for bothering you in your time of grief, but I need your daughter's name so we can register her." Malistaire looked up from his late wife's face with dead yet burning eyes. "Ashley. Sylvia wanted to name her Ashley." The nurse wrote something on her clipboard. "Will she have a middle name?" Malistaire gazed down at the baby in his arms. "Sylv— ...Silver. Ashley SilverDrake."