💥THIRD PERSON P.O.V💥
Once the kids were done playing, they all decided to head inside. After hours of fun with everyone, it was now night, and time for Storm to head to bed. Once showered and in her jammies she laid in her bed waiting for her daddy to come and tell her a bedtime story as he has done every night since the day she was born. Only this night, the story would be left untold.Queen Nevaeh rushed in her daughter's room in a panic running into her closet. "Mom what are you doing?" Storm asked looking at her visibly shaking mother. Nevaeh ignored her daughter throwing clothes to the floor trying to get to the keypad hidden on the other side of them.
"I can't believe this is happening! What are we going to do? Where will we go?" Queen Nevaeh said as she sobbed punching in numbers on the keypad. Storm rushed out of bed to her mother's side hoping to pull her out of her trance.
"Mommy! What's wrong?" Storm asked more frantically. The closet wall opened up revealing a shelf. There was two duffle bags books and weapons. The queen quickly loaded the contents in one of the duffle bags then placed them both on her shoulders. Crying she turned to look at her daughter.
"I don't have a lot of time to explain my love, but we need to teleport out of here now. Caleb and Tez will be coming too, but I need you to get your shoes on and come back to me quickly." Storm just stood there with tears forming in her eyes. Confused by her mother's words, she was frozen. "Now!" Hearing her mother yell Storm came back to her senses and ran to do as she was told. Once finished they teleported out.
Storm was even more confused as they ended up in the middle of the woods. "Mom, how did you teleport?" Storm asked her mother who was now grasping on to her hand as if her life depended on it and running. Teleportation is only something that those gifted with dark powers can use, knowing her mother was a queen of light, this had Storm very confused.
"Just keep running Storm I'll explain when we get to your father!" They ran for what seemed like forever until they reached a clearing, where her father was standing with her uncle's Cale and Rafe.
"Daddy what's going on, and why can mom teleport?" Her father looked down at her with tears in his eyes and smiled. Storm loved both of her parents, but she was a hardcore daddy's girl. Her dad was her hero and she wanted to be strong and brave just like him. It was one of the main reasons why she never complained about the amount of training or the isolation she had to endure, but seeing her big brave hero with tears in his eyes scared her, and she knew that after this night, nothing would ever be the same.
"I know that daddy is always pushing you so hard princess, but it's because I know how strong you are." Her dad said as he grabbed both of her hands and stared deeply into her eyes. "You my little storm cloud, you are the best thing that could have ever happened to me." Nevaeh smiled with tears streaming down her face, watching her mate with their child.
"Caleb and Tez are here with Page and Lilith we need to go Vic." Victor turned and looked at his wife with sad eyes then turned back to his daughter.
"No matter what you can't remember, you will always remember how strong you are and how much we loved you." With tears in her eyes Storm tilted her head to the side in confusion.
"Daddy what do you mean?"
"Victor?!" Nevaeh called out in a panicked voice. "Victor don't you fucking dare!"
Storm looked past her farther at her panicking mother.
"I'm so sorry princess, I love you." Victor said kissing the top of his daughters head, as more tears fell from his eyes. "Relium!" Victor shouted out a spell that would change their lives. The last thing Storm saw and heard was her distraught mother running to her, before darkness took over and her world faded.

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Storm ~ Book: 1
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