Prologue

The rain is hitting against the fast moving train as it pulls out of Finsbury Park. The dark clouds making everything dark and bleak. Jenny Hert sighs as she pulls the little bundle closer to her. I must get there for the sake of the child she repeats over and over in her head, her body is weak and aching from running, her lungs burning. It was suppose to be an easy getaway, she was packed and ready, but before she was ready to leave there was a knock on the door, two Thugs in disguise barging their way in, much bigger than Jenny herself but she fought them off just enough time to slip herself and her baby out of the window, leaving behind their belongings. Once she knew they was safe she jumped on a bus leaving Camden Town to Seven Sisters, then the overground towards her destination.

Across from her an older woman in early 60's takes her seat and started to read a newspaper, the headline about some celebrity who's pregnant, The baby starts to cry, Jenny pulls her closer to get her to stop while cooing.

"How old?" The woman asks. Jenny looks up, holds the baby closer defensive.

"Excuse me?"

"The baby, how old?" She asks again, she feels herself relax into the seat.

"She's two months old." Jenny replies.

"They like to be gently rocked." The woman smiles, Jenny returns the smile while gently rocking the baby. "Where are you heading?"

"Rosewater."

"Welwyn." She smiles. "What's her name?"

"Charlotte." The woman leaned over, Jenny holds back her breath slipping her hand into her pocket clutching the gold blade inside. The lady smiles and then sits back down.

"She's beautiful. Does her father live in Rosewater?" Jenny bit her bottom lip and stared at the window thinking of what to say. After a moment of silence she looks at the woman who is still smiling slightly. The newspaper now folded and placed on her lap.

"No unfortunately her father passed before she was born. Heart attack." The woman's smile faded as she looked at the young woman holding the baby. Tears threaten Jenny's eyes but she blinks them away to hide her pain.

"Oh I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, I'm taking her to Rosewater to live with family, they can look after us while I get back on my feet."

"You must have a very supportive family."

"You can say that." She smiles. "I just want the best for my little girl."

"As does every mother, I think you are doing the right thing my dear, family is the only true thing we have." Jenny thinks about this for a second before sighing. "I know it's hard losing your husband-"

She cuts her off. "He wasn't my husband, we were together for three years."

"I'm sorry dear, my mistake." The train pulls to a stop, the woman looks outside the window and collects her bags. "This is my stop, hopefully we will meet again soon, my best wishes go to you both."

"Thank you, take care."

"And you my dear." And with that the older woman departs the train, leaving Jenny alone with her thoughts. Charlotte starts to cry again and she gently rocks her.

"It's going to be okay." She whispers to her baby as she kisses her forehead, before looking back out the window, soon the lights of the little town come into view.

*

The rain is much more violent when she departs the train at Rosewater. She pulls the hood of her coat over her head and holds Charlotte closer, she takes a deep breath before running out of the station and into the town. She runs along the main high street and towards The Hill, in the distance she can see the church that sits at the very top looking down. She runs as fast as her legs and lungs can bear towards it, Charlotte is crying as little droplets fall onto her face, Jenny tries her best to conceal the baby from the coldness. Hang in there a little while longer please, we'll be there soon, you'll be safe, she pleads in her head as the church gets closer.

Once at the front of the church Jenny takes a sharp left, almost loosing her balance on the wet gravel, and bolts down the road searching frantically, tears are mixed in with the rain on her face. She finally see's it, the house with a Mini Cooper and Mercedes outside, the same it has been since the last time she saw it, she sighs in relief and sprints for the door, she uses her free hand to knock on the door which soon turns into frantic bangs as she becomes desperate. Charlotte's crying is echoing throughout the street making Jenny more anxious and scared that no one will answer. She will not stop, she keeps banging her fist against the door until the light comes on.

"What do you want!" Comes a voice as the door flies open revealing a tall young looking man with messy blonde hair dressed in a grey t-shirt and matching trousers.

"Christian, please help!" She pleads her voice breaking and desperate. His face turns to shock and pulls her inside.

"Jenny?" He says as she storms her way into the living room. Rain dripping off her coat and onto their new rug they brought back from Paris. Christian closes the door and follows her, his green eyes looking at the wet marks on the rug. "What are you doing here?"

"Please Christian I would not ask this much of you but please you have to help me."

"Chris who is it?" Came another voice from the stairs.

"It's Jenny, get down here, put the kettle on, and bring blankets!" He orders. Footsteps are heard upstairs and cupboards closing. "Please sit down. Make yourself at home."

"No I can't stay."

"What? Why not?"

"You have to listen to me." Suddenly the bundle in her arms start to cry, Christians' eyes widen as they dart between her and the bundle.

"Is that her?"

"Her name is Charlotte." She pauses and kisses her forehead gently bouncing her in her arms. "Please Christian you two were the only people I could think of."

"What's happened?"

"Jenny do you take sugar?" The voice appears again but this time making its way into the living room, a young man enters, shorter than Christian and with copper hair. Christian's husband Phil, they have been married for only a year.

"No Phil I'm not staying."

"Of course you are silly, it's raining cats and dogs outside." He pauses as he looks at the baby in her arms. "Oh and who's this?" He coos and walks over to her, he takes Charlotte out of Jenny's arms and wraps her up in a new warm dry blanket with pink stars on it.

"I need you both to take care of her." Jenny blurts out. The men look at her dumbfounded. "Look I know it sounds stupid."

"Try absolutely ridiculous." Christian snorted.

"You don't understand I need her to stay here."

"But you'll be here too, right?" Phil asks.

"No I won't be. I have to disappear, for her sake."

"Jennifer this is stupid!" Christian shouts. She shudders at the tone of Christian's voice, it reminds her when she used to scolded by her father.  "You come knocking on our door in a frantic during a storm, and expect us to just take your baby on while you go out gallivanting."

"It's not like that!" She shouts. The room is silent, the only noise is the kettle boiling in the kitchen. "His gang are taking out anyone who knows about the plot."

"What plot?" Phil questions.

"That Lucifer will rise to bring the apocalypse, we don't know when but the Prophets are guessing in twenty years. Charlotte's destined to take her father's place."

"Isn't there a safe house Michael or someone can put you in?" Christian puts there blankly, it's obvious Charlotte's presence is not welcome.

"You know as much as I do this is the safest place for her, please Christian I am begging you." She pleads to her old friend. "Her protector is here."

"Who is her protector?" Phil speaks up looking down at the little baby - who now has her small hand wrapped around Phil's thumb.

"Oliver Knight."

"Stacey Knight's newborn baby, his only been brought into this world five months ago." Christian replies.

"You can be surprised what the Angels can do." Phil chuckles, "I agree, we want this little one to be protected, and if her sworn protector is here then she has to stay, like the Warriors before her."

"I guess we could ask Stacey what she can do. But you." Christian stares at Jenny. "You are not leaving, she needs her mother, not only to raise her but to also explain what is to become of her. The guest room is upstairs where it always is, make yourself at home, we will talk more about this tomorrow."

And with that Christian walks upstairs without saying another word.

*

The time on the clock shows 5am. The rain and wind had stopped, Jenny stares out the window breathing gently. Putting on her coat she walks over to the basket - Phil had recently brought when they was thinking of adopting. Her baby sleeping peacefully, she kisses Charlotte's head softly and places a note next to her sleeping body.

"I know you will grow up in peace and happiness, in grace and in beauty my Charlotte, you shall know about this world I have taken you from when the time is right. Please do not forget Family the only true thing we have." She softly whispers before making her departure, she walks over to the window, unlocks it and climbs out closing it softly behind her making sure its shut and climbs down towards the ground. Clutching her coat tightly to her body she walks out of the street and towards the town.

This time in the morning the streets are quiet, some homes have lights on where people are up getting ready for work. Jenny walks past a house that she knows well, the living room light is on and the sound of a baby crying. She walks up to the red door and gently knocks.

"Hold on." The woman's voice comes from the other side, Jenny shivers from the coldness of the Autumn morning, finally the door opens slightly to show a woman with bright red hair and piercing blue eyes. "Can I help you?" She asks.

"Stacey Knight?"

"Who's asking?"

"You might not remember me, I'm Jenny Hert, we went to school together."

"Oh, yes I do, sorry you caught me by surprise. How are you?"

"Im okay, I was actually just leaving but I thought I'd stop by when I saw your light on." A baby's cry echoes through the house. "I'm sorry if I've come at a bad time."

"Nonsense, come in my dear." Stacey moves to one side for her to enter, Jenny walks in slowly and closes the door behind her. Stacey walks Jenny to the living room before picking up her baby boy gently rocking him. "I'm sorry he's just woke up."

"It's okay, is that Oliver?" Stacey stops rocking and looks at Jenny in confusion.

"How did you know?"

"Don't worry I'm not one of those." Jenny defends herself, "I have come to ask a favor."

"What kind of favor?" Stacey asks.

"I have a daughter Stacey."

"That's great Jenny, where is she?"

"She's with Phil and Christian Baker. I've left her in they're care. Have you heard anything from Michael or the others?"

"I heard of Lucifer's plot, is it true?"

"That he will rise? Yes. My daughter Charlotte is the Warrior that can send him back. But she cannot do it alone."

"She has a protector?" She asks, Jenny looks down at Oliver. "My son?" Stacey asks finally catching on.

"I know it's probably not what you want to hear, but yes he is, please Stacey do everything in your power to keep her safe!" Jenny starts to plea.

"I will do everything in my power, does that mean that-"

"The Fragments are hidden where nobody but a few know, when the time is right they will call for Charlotte.." She pauses. "And Lucifer, they are the true holders."

"He will come after them." Jenny nods.

"I have to go before they know I'm gone."

"I'll watch over her, as soon as Oliver turns thirteen he is to train for the border. We will not let anything  harm our Warrior."

"Thank you Stacey, please take care of yourself." She gently hugs her goodbye before departing the house, closing the door softly behind herself she walks towards the station. She looks at the time of the first train back to London, she starts to plan her route towards Cornwall. The train arrives after five minutes and she boards, as the train pulls steadily towards London she looks back upon the sleepy town of Rosewater and say a silent goodbye

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think! I need feedback as this is my first original story.