Yay! I finally got this part up!! PLZ note that this story has a few characters from other manga/anime/game(s).
Klonoa, Tsubasa Chronicle, OHSHC and KH DO NOT belong to me!
I'll post up the first chapter in a minute because my computer's freaking out right now, and I have the feeling that it's going to shut down on me like last time .
oh and the nuclear family means a mother, a father and their two children in case you didn't know or didn't understand.
Klonoa: Legend of the Star Princess
Prologue~
Years ago a family once lived here. It was your standard nuclear family complete with a mother, a father and two children. They lived in a small two-story house. Each slept soundly in their own rooms, but one night things changed. The little girl while drifting in her dreams was awoken by a light. She rose for her bed and closed the window, thinking that it might have been the headlights of a passing vehicle. She turned around to return to bed when she noticed something shining through the crack between her closest doors. She quickly grabbed the sliver handles and pulled the doors open, but there was nothing there. Only her clothes as they hung from their plastic hangers greeted her.
Maybe it had been her imagination. She sighed as she slowly started to shut the doors. It was then she noticed a large French mirror in the corner of the closet. She looked at it closely for a while, the mirror started glowing softly. She gasped and jerked back, this must have been what was glowing, but what was it reflecting? The mirror continued to glow as she stepped closer to it her refection appeared within its golden frame, but as she got closer the reflection rippled as it transformed into someone else. For some reason she felt calm despite this odd occurrence. Her eyes narrowed as the light faded from them. She gently placed her fingers on the glass surface as it began to ripple once more. Her hand then disappeared within the glass's water like surface and the rest of her body soon followed.
That morning, her parents frankly searched for any sign of their daughter, and feared she had been taken in the night by kidnapper who had been terrorizing their small town. The police were called, but they produced no results. The case was labeled cold after year and half of searching. Soon after the girl began fading from memory, even the newspapers stopped writing about her strange disappearance. Her parents continued searching, but gave up on the two year anniversary of her disappearance. At this point everyone knew that she was most likely not of this world anymore. People feared for the safety of their children and began moving away. Soon her family was the only ones that still keep her image alive with the pictures that scattered their broken home. Every night they would pray for her soul in hopes that where she may be, that she be at peace.
Like that night the full moon rises once again, and the mirror begins to call once more for another wander soul as voice echoes in it's rippling surface, flowing like the tides, "Come to me…Come to me…"