It was a dark night. The trees rustled with a soft summer breeze as the wails of a woman were carried through the slumber of her people.
This night was the night of a birth. Unfortunately, it was not just any birth, but a royal birth; one that was sought to be ruined by an underlying evil existing on the planet. That evil came in the form of a man who felt he had been wronged by the majesties of his realm. So, staying carefully out of sight, he waited in the corridors of the palace to exact his revenge. He was going to steal the new heir, just as soon as it was born.
In the birthing chambers, the midwife shooed away the worried King. "The babe will come in his own time, sire," she stated," We but just wait. It is best for your wife if you are not in here hovering over her at this time."
"Go, husband," the queen whispered. "There is nothing left for you to do but keep the people in good spirits. I will give you your son soon."
After two more hours of hard labor, the queen passed out. Her strength had lingered long enough to birth the babe, as it was already crowning. The midwife delivered a little boy, a prince, and stopped to think about what she was doing. Was it really right to hand him over to the enemy just because she and her family had been threatened? He was such a perfect and beautiful boy. Before she could think any more on it, she realized that the queen was not done. Something was wrong at the birthing. It was then that she discovered the twin to the heir. She was born two full minutes after her brother, the perfect little princess. Knowing now what she would do, the midwife cleaned the baby girl and wrapped her in a blanket. Opening the hidden panel in the wall, she handed out the babe. "My family owes you naught," she whispered.
"The kingdom shall suffer, just as I have," whispered the man as he slipped back into the shadows.
As soon as he had stepped into the woods surrounding the palace, the man opened the blanket. It is not the male heir I desired, he thought to himself, although she will do just fine. Nobody will be looking for a girl. I will raise her to know nothing of her birthright. She will become a whore and shame those that love her.
Unfortunately for the evil man, he was killed in a highway robbery that evening. The raiders took the child and gave her to a woman who had lost her own babe. It was only fair, they decided, to let the lost life of a child be forgotten in the gift of a new one.
The girl was named Kishana and dubbed Kisha (Keesha) by the small village in which she was raised.
Her life was one full of hardship, yet joy. She never had to live alone, but she always had work to do. Such was the life of a country woman.
Then, one night, her world was sent spinning. She awoke centuries later in the form of a newly born babe.
Unlucky as she was, the babe was stolen again. This time it was by a hospital attendant who just wanted to have a child.
As fate would have it, the child was destined to be an orphan at a young age. She was sent to an orphanage as soon as she learned to walk, for her "mother" had overdosed on drugs. In this life, the little girl was named Kristen, but her nickname followed her through the second birth. Dubbed "Kisha" by another orphan, she fought through the turmoil of growing up alone and managed to escape on the day of her 18th birthday.
Slowly, but with courage, she walked away from the run down hell in which she had lived and went to find herself a place in the world.