RIOT

Prologue

To set the scene, we must rewind the hands of time.

Sunday, October 31st, 2004 12:20 a.m.

It was a calm and cool Halloween morning at about 8 C°. Sitting in the sterile-looking white-walled room in the maternity ward of Liverpool Women's Hospital is Nia Pierce.

Nia is a kind-hearted Welsh woman with a rather rowdy attitude and a punky mindset. She's a rather pretty woman standing at 5,3. Her body is a canvas of different tattoos, primarily images of vines and different flowers, with her tan skin peeking through a heavy brush of freckles across her body. Her medium-length, messy black hair hangs just above her shoulder. Her green eyes were so beautiful you could get lost in them for days on end.

Sitting in a chair next to her bed, calming her down, is her boyfriend and father of her baby, Akiel Clarke.

Akiel is a soft-spoken yet warm, 23-year-old, third-generation Jamaican immigrant. He can be described as rather attractive with long black locs that stopped just above his ribs and a small beard that accentuated his jaw. He stood at 6,4 and had a small collection of tattoos, each having a personal meaning behind it.

The two had met at a concert in a dingy club in Liverpool in 1999. When they locked eyes, they knew this was who they wanted to be with.

But this isn't a tale about them.

For this is a tale of the newborn baby in Nia's hands.

Sitting in Nia's is a baby girl, the star of our show, Eria Pierce.