Hey there! I'm soooo sorry I've been kinda slacking on my other story 'How The Broken Tremple' and that's because all the chapters I had in a notebook got ruined and I can not for the life of me remember any of the ideas I had! So with that said if anyone has any feel free to let me know! Anyway, I have decided to write a Peter Pan story from Once Upon A Time because I think he's just so awesome! Anyway this chaper is just the prologue so it's short, sorry!
Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT or the characters just my OCs!
It was a dark, starless night in the Enchanted Forest, shadows clinging and shrowding everything in inky blackness. The only light in the never ending darkness was candlelight coming from the windows of a cozy cottage surrounded by a meadow of lillies and purple wildflowers. Crickets and insects were no where to be heard as a painful shriek came from inside, disrupting the calm atmosphere of the night.
Inside lay a woman in her early thirties, sweat dripping from her brow as she moaned and clenched her teeth against the painful contractions ripping through her body. Her hair, the color of the midnight sky, clung to her face and neck as she placed a shaking hand on her large swollen stomach, smiling dispite the pain. Next to her a man of large stature with sandy locks sat clutching her free hand in his larger one, whispering sweet things of encouragment.
"Okay Clara, just a couple more pushes and it'll be over. Just breathe." called a older woman with graying hair and an aged face who was sat at the foot of the bed.
Breathing deeply, Clara gave another strong push before she all but collapsed in exaustion. A shrill cry pirced the night, and the man's head shot up to gaze at the newborn babe that had just entered the world.
"It's a girl, what shall her name be then?" asked the elder woman, wrapping her in a white quilt after wiping her down with a different cloth.
"Rayne. Her name shall be Rayne Pierce." came a weak voice, making them all look at Clara to see her face deathly pale.
"Clara, are you alright dear?" the man asked, smoothing her hair from her forhead. He noticed how cold and clammy she was, making him worry for her health even more.
"Yes, I'm fine. Let me hold her please?" Clara said, shiting to sit up a bit as she took her daughter into her arms for the first time. The frail baby had stopped crying, making Clara smile softly. Rayne's large doe eyes were a mirror of her own, a very light green bordering on golden. She had a head full of tiny black curls as well. All in all she was the spitting image of Clara and that warmed the woman's heart to no end.
"She's so beautiful Darious..." she whispered, feeling her eyelids become heavy and her mild smogged.
"Clara, are you okay? Clara...CLARA!" Darious called as his wife closed her eyes and went limp. He shook her shoulder, calling out to her, making Rayne start crying. Ignoring the crying babe, he checked Clara's pulse, not feeling even the faintest hint of one. Tears filled his eyes as he continued to call out to his wife, pleading her to come back to him.
After a few minutes of crying, Darious turned his gaze to the crying baby still clutched in his deceased wide's arms. He stared at the small creature that resembled Clara so much, feeling a churning in his stomach as he watched her. This was her fault. His love was gone because of this small insignificant girl. Growling, he stood up, looking to the elder woman still seated silently off to the side.
"Get her out of my sight. I will collect her later." he said through clenched teeth, turning away from them as the woman picked Rayne up, shushing her as she left. Darious ran his hands through his hair as he tried to calm himself. He wanted nothing more than to kill the baby but he knew he couldn't. Not when he saw the look of pure love in Clara's eyes when she looked upon the girl. He couldn't bring himself to love the thing that took her away rom him though, and with that thought he set to taking care of his wife's body.