The Lost Princess

A/N: hey, guys.. hope you'll all like this.. I know the first few chapters are kinda not so great..^^ but I wrote this about 4 years ago and I just discovered the notebook while I was cleaning my room.. Again, I do not own CCS…^^

Prologue

Lightning crackled and thunder roared overhead – on the dark, flaming sky. Fat drops of rain poured down on the earth, sharing it's life-giving essence to the thirsty land and floors below. But while they were rejoicing and enjoying the blessings from above…some couldn't find that night merry.

A humble cottage from among the countless of cottages just at the foot of the huge mountain was filled with a woman's screams of pain. Though the screams were loud, they were lost among the drumming of the rain drops as well as the roar of thunder. The screams continued and when it stopped, the high pitched cries of a new born baby replaced it.

The man who was pacing restlessly on the living room froze on his tracks upon hearing the baby's cries. He stopped the urge to run towards the room where his wife was. He paced again while he waited.

"They're waiting for you." A young girl announced after quite a long while. The young girl accompanied him to the room where his wife was. Before entering, he hesitated, unsure of what he'd find there but he steeled his resolve and opened the door.

The scene that greeted his eyes seemed to lift some of the weights from his shoulders – the sight of his wife and child. He was beside them in no time at all and he gazed at them lovingly, his heart filled with such an unexplainable bliss.

He knelt beside the bed and touched the child gently, then kissed both his wife and child on the forehead.

"She's beautiful…" he whispered in awe, eyes filled with paternal love for the little angel.

"Yeah… She is…" his wife agreed in a voice so weak.

The man was so mesmerized by the sight of his baby that he was unable to notice his wife's weak voice.

"What do you want to name her…?" the man asked his wife after a while. No answer came. He took his gaze away from the baby to look at his wife. Her eyes were closed, skin deathly pale and lips unmoving.

The realization that she was gone hit him hard, making his eyes sting with unshed tears.

"Drift to our Maker peacefully, my love…" he whispered sadly and brokenly, quietly placing a gentle kiss on her forehead for the last time.