Prologue

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It was a peaceful night in Starling City, you could hear the wailing of a newborn baby coming back from the Queen's mansion. A new baby girl was recently born. She may have been a couple of hours old, but everyone adored her including her older brother Oliver. Her mother placed her in the brand new crib, quietly to not wake her up. It was 3 in the morning, Moira rubbed her eyes tiredly, regardless of her fatigue she loved her new baby girl with all her heart. She looked up at the night sky.

"Layla," she whispered to herself. It meant beautiful night sky in Arabic. She gently kissed her forehead and turned to walk out. Just as she touched the doorknob, she felt a strong breeze of wind and turned around. In front of Layla's crib was a man in a yellow suit that looked like he came from hell. His eyes glowed a menacing red and it seemed like he was vibrating. Moira trembled in fear. Not for herself, but for her baby girl.

"W..what do you want?" she croaked.

"Your daughter," he replied in a distorted voice. Before Moira could reply, he was gone in a flash of red, along with her daughter into the dark night.

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