Once upon a time it was a cold winter evening. To be exact, it was Christmas Eve. Everywhere people were partying with their family. Kids were happy about all the presents and the falling snow. But in one little cottage, everything was silent.

If someone would walk by the house, he would ask himself whether there is someone home or not, had there not been the light on. If someone looked through the window, he could see a big, colourful decorated Christmas tree with splendid gifts beneath it. The gifts were scattered on the floor and there was a little path to the fireplace, where the family was sitting. And although it was Christmas, you couldn´t find the father in the house. The woman was sitting with her child on a cosy couch with thick blankets around them. On a little table in front of them stood a whole army of mugs filled with hot chocolate and marshmallows. Although it was already after 9 p.m., the kids' weren´t allowed to open their gifts. They were getting nervous. A little girl with raven black hair and shining green eyes looked up at her mother and asked with an adorable pout on her lips: "Are we allowed to open the gifts?" Concerned the mother looked at the watch and then said: "You know: First, Daddy has to come home."

A little boy wanted to say something, as the little baby in the arms of the woman started to cry. Because of the screams, it woke up his sister, lying next to him.

"Catalina, please watch after Anthony, Sam and Catherine. And I hope there won´t be any open gifts when I am back! I´ll just put Ashlyn and Keenan into bed." The woman stood up and worked her way through the living-room into the room from the little ones upstairs. As the made her way downstairs again, she looked at the watch again and sighed. It was almost 10 p.m., the kids´ were normally in bed at this hour.

She looked to the table with all the wonderful food and started to put away the left over for her husband. Afterwards she sat down with four again. Catalina had Catherine in her arms, a three-year-old girl with cooper coloured hair and dark green eyes. She looked like she was sleeping. "Mommy?" The mother's eyes landed on the face of an angel. She watched her boy Anthony and had to think about his Dad. "Yes, honey?" "Why did you throw up today?" Sam, who was sitting next Anthony, rammed her little elbow into his ribs and rolled her eyes at him. "I have to tell your father first." They both starred at her mother and finally they cuddled their little body next to the mother´s. "Mommy?" "Yes, Sam?" The girl looked up with hopeful eyes. "Tell us a story. One of princes and princesses. About love and luck and happy endings. And Magic…" "And dragons, soldiers and treasures…!"

The woman looked down at the twins and smiled. They were so a like but at the same time different. "And what about your sister? You have to ask Catherine and Catalina!" Samantha asked them fast and with such loudness that Catherine looked around confused and Catalina said: "I want to hear about two important people. A beautiful woman and a breathtaking man. I want to hear their story!" While talking, the fourteen-year-old girl looked her mother in the eye, who just smiled lovely and nodded.

"Almost 14 years ago, there was a young woman. She was, as people would say, beautiful. But she had a hard life. She never got to know her mother and she didn´t talk to her father since she moved out…" "But Mommy, that´s sad!" interrupted the little Sam. "Just let me tell the story, baby. So… She had many admirers…" "Mommy, what means admiras?" Anthony looked confused. She smiled at him. "It´s admirers, Anthony. An admirer is a person, who loves an other person very much. She had so many admirers, other women could only dream about. But she didn´t like one of them. She wanted to wait for her knight in shining armour. After all, she was still very young. Just 21 years old. But she had waited so long for her knight. And nobody ever wanted her for who she was. She had lost all hope to find him, so she made a decision…" "What´s her name?" "What does she look like?" "Prinshes?" The mother looked at the three little kids and her eyes started to shine as she heard the tries of Catherine to talk.

"Her name is Isabella and her father always called her his princess. She had hip-long, dark-brown hair, which shone in the sun dark red. She had brown eyes and she looked like a real princess. But she didn´t see herself like that. She thought she wasn´t anything ordinary. Just one of many other. But she felt comfortable with it. But just to one point. She wanted many kids and that as soon as possible…"

So I hope you appreciate my new story. Originally it was in German but I didn´t get a review. So I really hate that. I already deleted to German stories because no one reviewed. So now I have enough and just write the story in English and hope you´ll give at least some reviews out of pity. Thank you!

P.S.: I really hope you like the beginning,

Tabby.