Celebwen Telcontar: New story! This is just the prologue!

Balrog: What universe is this in?

Celebwen Telcontar: This is Anime-verse. Before anyone flames me over the names, please know that I am going off of the American Dubbed Anime verse of Yu-Gi-Oh. This is just the prologue, but it will get longer! I promise you!


The doctor looked at his patient's husband and parents.

"Mr. Pegasus, Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal, I need you to clear the room. She's gone into prolonged labor, and her cervix, where the baby has to pass through, is not dilating properly. It's at 2 centimeters and staying there. We will have to prep her for cesarean section surgery."

"I… what?" Maximillion Pegasus asked, confused. One minute, he, Cecelia and her parents were waiting for his daughter to be born, and the next he was being kicked out of the room because of surgery?

"It's a C-Section, Max," Sonja said. "It's standard procedure if the cervix doesn't dilate properly. Don't worry, Cecelia and the baby will be fine." Eric and Sonja escorted their distraught son-in-law out of the room. He looked much paler than usual, about the color of his hair. The three made their way through the hospital to the waiting room, where Maximillion began to pace.

"Max, Cecelia and Little Sonja will be fine," Eric assured him. He ignored his father-in-law. The older couple looked at each other with slight smiles. "It's a routine surgery!"

"Alright, I'll trust you," he said, flopping into a chair. A minute later, he was up again, and going to the reception desk. Eric and Sonja looked at each other again. Maximillion was so predictable! He came back a few seconds later with a stack of printer paper and a pencil before heading to a small table. He sat down, and began sketching. Sonja and Eric were sure that he was drawing Cecelia, and perhaps Little Sonja. Both were proud that Cecelia and Maximillion chose the name Sonja for their daughter, and were eager to meet the new addition to the family.


Hours went by. Maximillion had finished his first stack of drawings, and had migrated onto an entire sheaf from the reception desk. Pictures of Sonja, Eric, Cecelia and various sketches of Little Sonja were everywhere. Several pictures of Norse Viking ships were decorating the table now, as well as several pictures of mythical Greek creatures, including one of Cecelia riding a Pegasus stallion, heading up into the clouds and a beam of radiant light illuminating her face. That picture had taken a very short time, but Maximillion kept adding detail to it, including what looked like a choir of angels and a pair of intricate gates. Both Sonja and Eric believed this picture represented the fact that Maximillion felt like he was in Heaven with Cecelia, but neither could shake a slight chill that the picture gave them.

Suddenly, the door opened. The doctor stepped out.

"Mr. Pegasus? Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal? Please have a seat." All four people sat, the doctor looking at his hands. Sonja gripped her husband's hand, and Maximillian began to tremble slightly. "I don't know how to say this. Mrs. Pegasus began to severely hemorrhage. The baby was delivered via caesarian section, but the umbilical cord had wrapped around her neck. We did what we could, but were unable to save her. We attempted to save Mrs. Pegasus, however we were unable to do so due to her going into stage four hypovolemia and hypotension."

"Wha…?" Maximillion asked, his face going from pale to pasty in a second. He looked as though someone had hit him over the head. "What do you mean?"

"Mrs. Pegasus and the child have succumbed to complications from the surgery. We were unable to save either of them."

"Doctor," Eric said, his voice cold and monotone. "Are you trying to say my daughter and granddaughter are dead?"

"Yes." Maximillion began to tremble, violently. He looked as though he were having an epileptic seizure.

"N-no," he protested. "Cecelia, Sonja, no." He kept repeating that, over and over.


The funeral was on a cold, grey day. Rain drizzled from the skies, and the mourners stood under a canopy. The preacher said something, but Maximillion couldn't think properly. All he could see was grey. Everyone moved slowly. His mind had seemingly stopped. He had ripped up all his canvases, burned all his drawings, all but two paintings, both of Cecelia. In one, she was looking at him over her shoulder, grinning at him, the platinum and diamond Pegasus pendant he had given her nestled in the hollow of her throat on a platinum chain. In the other, she was simply sitting in a chair, her smile soft and gentle, and her face shining. That was painted right before she had told him she was pregnant, and she had wanted him to capture that strange luminescence all pregnant women had.

Maximillion pulled his mind back to the present. His wife, Cecelia, and their precious miracle, little Sonja, were being lowered into the ground. He was offered the shovel. He turned, unable to help pile dirt on top of his beloved wife and daughter. He left, walking through the drizzle and mud until he got to a car. He got in, and sat down, let his head fall on the dash, and began to sob.


Celebwen Telcontar: This is just the beginning!

Balrog: This is what you've been keeping us waiting for?

Celebwen Telcontar: I know. Kind of short, but it will get better!

Balrog: Why change how Cecelia died? And kill the baby, too?

Celebwen Telcontar: If I tell you that, I'll be giving away the plot of the story! Please review, people!