George

*BOOM*

Loud thunder echoed through the clouds while lightning is seen fiercely sparkling. The dark night made it more creepy. Rain doesn't stop pouring from the storm, the streets were so wet and muddy. The villagers fully locked their window and doors, powerful winds flutters every shop signs it finds and also tried colliding to the doors and windows but fortunately failed. Trees were sometimes seen struck by lightning, it's leaves and branches flutter with the chaotic winds

*clak* *clak*

In the empty streets, speeding through is a brave carriage being pulled by two wet strong horses, in front of the carriage is a driver soaking wet by the storm. He was clenching in one hand the reins of the two horses and in another hand holding to his seat, His body was bulkier, it's explains the strength in holding the reins in one arm and in the other.

The storm doesn't calmed but got louder and louder like it's mad to the world, many leaves and branches are flying by the chaotic winds gushing to the front of the carriage but the driver doesn't seem to think of stopping and collides directly to the chaotic winds accompanied by it's leaves and branches.

Mud also started floating and accompanied the chaotic winds, the carriage is now smudged but it still never stops one bit and continued going to it's destination. The carriage speeds to the gates and outside the town.

Inside the forest a carriage is seen following a handmade path, the horses still look strong even though it's fighting mother nature. The carriage still looks okay, it got smeared a little by the Storm's attacks. The forest too didn't escape the Storm's fury, Everything inside the forest gotten soaking wet and when the wind comes the trees sways following it's directions.

*BOOM*

Another loud thunder screamed itself and made the calming winds chaotic again. Rain doesn't still stop pouring like it want's to create another sea. In the distance a cottage is seen on the other side of a big river. A bridge is made in the center of the river for everyone to cross, the bridge is made of wood making everyone think before crossing it if a storm is happening. Unfortunately today it does but the carriage still continued crossing, the rapid waters of the lake collided to the bridge making it produce a sound.

*creak* *Thump*

The big river became like a tsunami and destroyed the bridge, luckily the carriage nearly got taken by the gushing waters and the horses vigorously pulled the carriage with them and continued running. The carriage is finally in front of the cottage.

The driver got out of his seat and ran to the door of the cottage. He opened the door quickly and shouted.

"ISABELLE!" The man shouted the name of a woman. The storm yelled back by giving another loud thunder to the world. Inside the cottage was small, a living room, a small kitchen, to the right a door which leads to the bedroom and to the left a bathroom.

"AAAAHH!" suddenly a woman's voice is heard. the voice was full of pain and determination.

The man rushes to their bedroom, and opened the door to it. Inside he sees his wife laying down the bed giving birth and on front of her is an old woman.

"Lynda is wife my okay?" asked the man.

"You're wife is giving birth, support her!" yelled Lynda.

The man held Isabelle's hand and tried encouraging her.

"Honey you're doing great keep it up" said the man.

"AAAaah!" Isabelle ignored him and still focused on her labor. The storm is still showing it's anger and raindrops keeps sounding on their roof.

"Isabelle I can see the head you're near" said Lynda.

After some encouragement of the two, and the suffering of Isabelle. Finally the fruit of Isabelle's labor has come.

"Uwwaah!" A large cry was heard on Lynda's arms, the immature cry of the baby made the three smiled widely of accomplishment, the man kiss his wife's forehead and sticks his forehead and nose to her while smiling.

"My baby can I see him?" Isabelle who is now has a tired and pale-face spoke in a hoarse voice but even so her face buried all the tiredness with excitement.

"Here your baby is a boy" Isabelle with the help of her husband is now sitted with a pillow on her back. Lynda handed the baby to Isabelle's arms carefully. The baby is now sleeping peacefully, while Isabelle is looking at the baby with love.

"what should we name him?" said the man.

"how about Dion" said Isabelle.

The man lifted his hand caress the boy's head.

"Son you are now called Dion, the son of Isabelle and George" said George.

Outside the house, clouds started to part ways, revealing the sun and skies peaceful greeting. A sunshine entered through the gap of their windows and you can smell the trees and air it make after it rains, Birds chirping like singing a song for a new life that has come to earth