Demi Of The Spring

Prologue

It was the beginning of summer; it was almost midnight. The neighborhood was silent, everyone was sleeping. Except for one individual, and his name was Mark Thorne. Not able to sleep, he stayed up reading. He wasn't sure how many books he had already read tonight. He didn't have any children or any family. So, he lived alone. Mark was a man that had brown hair with dark blue eyes, he is also well-built, mainly since he works out to remain healthy.

His home was a smallish house that was next to a flower meadow. The house on the outside was white, with a front patio that was constructed out of wood. On the patio, he had a little table and two chairs.

Inside his home, he had two bedrooms, a restroom, as well as a living room, and a kitchen. It was a one-story home. His living room had a sofa, a small tv with a coffee table in it, and an armchair that was in the corner with a lamp beside it. The kitchen was just a standard room, with the usual stuff. Such as a stove and fridge, microwave, and the necessary things that belong in the kitchen. For the restroom, he had the normal things a restroom would have with black and white floor tiles. The two bedrooms were small, but also big enough for a bed, a desk, and a bookshelf. Mark's room was neatly set up, his bed neatly made, with his books all put up on the bookshelf, he had put his books alphabetically. He just liked his things arranged neatly and in order. As for the visitor room, it was empty, there were blankets and a pillow on the bed, mainly since he merely used the vacant space if friends had stayed the night so they wouldn't have to sleep on the couch.

Mark was sitting up in the armchair, his legs propped up on a footstool, and the lamp was on, shining in the corner Mark was sitting in. As he scanned the page of his book. He occasionally did wish that he had children and a family. So, he wouldn't be alone.

Though, he would shortly come to discover that he won't be alone for much longer,

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Outside, the goddess Demeter stood on the front patio. Of course, Mark wasn't aware of it, since he didn't hear anything outdoors.

The goddess stood holding a newborn girl in her arms gently, she had the newborn wrapped in a pale green blanket. There was even a little brown basket that included a pillow inside it with flowers around the basket for decoration sitting on the patio in front of the door. Leaning down, Demeter gently put the infant in the basket. A letter appeared in her hand; she gently positioned it in the basket with the baby girl. The goddess glanced down at her dozing daughter, she wanted to remain, wanting to know that her daughter would be discovered tonight. But she couldn't remain, she had to get back to Olympus. 

Demeter then knelt beside the basket, gently caressing her thumb on the baby's hand. "When you are older, he will inform you of everything." the goddess murmured to the slumbering infant. She stood up, reached over, and knocked on the front door before she vanished, going back to Olympus so she wouldn't be noticed.

Demeter knew that the baby would be safe and when the moment was good and she was old enough, Mark would tell the girl about who she is and who her mother is. Demeter kept thinking of either sending her to an orphanage or simply sending her to her father's. Though, she had chosen to send her here. Here she was.

When Mark heard a knock at the door, he glanced up from his book confused, who would be knocking on somebody's door this late?

Placing his bookmark in to hold his page, he shut this book and stood. He placed his book down and strolled to the front door, he unlocked and opened the door. "Hello?" he asked, examining both ways but didn't notice anyone out there. Which made him even more confused. He hadn't noticed the newborn girl yet. When he moved to shut the door, that was when he heard crying. He froze, the door halfway closed. Opening the door again, he looked down to see a baby girl lying wrapped in a green blanket, in a basket with flowers around it. He crouched down in the doorway, gently gathering the baby in his arms. "Where did you come from?' he asked, his voice gentle. He stood up, gently holding the newborn, allowing her to hold onto one of his fingers. He stepped outside, looking up and down the road, though he didn't see anyone. And the only lights that were on were his lamp from the living room and the streetlamps that were shining the streets so you could see outdoors. But other than the streetlamps along the road, he didn't see anyone, and there were no cars out or anything. He looked down at the girl again, and that was when he caught sight of a piece of paper lying in the basket.

He gently crouched down, holding the baby with one arm, and with his free hand, he grabbed the piece of paper, inspecting it for a moment before he picked the basket up and went inside, shutting the door behind him he placed the basket down on the table and gently positioned the baby inside as he put the paper down on the table next to the baby. Before he went and locked his door, heading back over to the table, he gently tickled her tummy which earned him a giggle. He smiled though. "Now, let's see what this letter says," he told the newborn, who was currently awake and staring up at him. She had the identical dark blue eyes that Mark had. And a few small strands of light brown hair on her head. Mark understood how to handle a baby since one of his friends had a baby, and he has helped his friend a few times. He then grabbed the piece of paper, unfolded it, and read. The letter said:

"Mark, this is our daughter. I understand that you would be the best person for her rather than sending her to an orphanage. I have brought her to you., knowing that you will raise her to be good, and when she is old enough, you will inform her about who she is and about me.

Demeter."

He had completed reading the letter as he looked down at it. "Demeter..." he whispered. He then sat the paper down and looked at the baby. "She didn't put a name down for you. So, what should we call you?" he questioned the baby, attempting to think of a girl's name for her. After a minute, he spoke. "Hmm, how about Annabelle?" he asked but then smiled to himself and nodded. "Yes, I like that name," he stated. "Annabelle Thorne," he added. He then glanced around his home, knowing he would have to get a crib, formula, toys, and additional things for her. But he will handle it and raise her to be good.