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La la la la la la la, oh I didn't notice you...:$

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Giggling Girl

What was that supposed to mean? They had her, yeah she understood that. But 'we have your little princess.' What exactly was that supposed to mean? She glared at her 'parents' and exclaimed: "What the hell are you people doing?!"

Her mother turned around and laughed. "Don't you get it?! We're selling you away!"

"What?! You can't even do that! It's illegal!" Patricia screeched. "And why me?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Shut up!" her mother screamed, slapping her. Patricia winced. Thought this had happened many times before, it had happened years ago. She had forgotten how painful it had been, and now it was all coming back, with a more horrid sensation. "I don't care if it's illegal. Because in these circumstances it's not. And either way, I don't care about you."

Her words stabbed Patricia like a knife straight to the heart. Her mother used to be amazing, caring, and loving, but she had changed so much. Patricia knew she shouldn't have cared, but after all this was her mom. Her mom had raised her, and cared for her all she could before she began drinking.

"No one does after all. The only reason anyone ever seemed to was out of pity or they were using you. Like that boyfriend of your's. Eddie, isn't it. He doesn't care. No one would care about a piece of trash. But it's not like anyone really cares about him either." her mom chuckled.

"Shut. Up." Patricia said sternly, her face hardening. Her mom gave her a look and opened her mouth to speak again. "I said shut up!" Patricia screamed. Her mother looked startled. Surprised that Patricia had that much courage. "People care about me. And people care about Eddie. I care about Eddie! It's you who no one gives a damn about!"

"Seems you got apart of your mother's courage, haven't you?" her mother countered.

"I will never call myself your daughter. I hate you!"

"Well dear, the thing is. You aren't my daughter."

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Off in the distant land of Palmyra

There she stood. Tears streaming down her pale skin, her face twisted in shock. The woman, she was truly beautiful. Even the fairest of them all you could say. But she wasn't one to brag. She had a heart made of gold, just as she knew her daughter did.

And to think those horrible, twisted people had her daughter, was just sickening. She never should have given her up, even though she knew she had to.

Let's explain, shall we?

17 years ago was born the most eagerly awaited child in the universe. It had been a girl.

From the second her mother laid eyes on her, she fell in love with her child. And her father stood beside them, adoring both ladies. He cooed at her softly as he picked up the giggling newborn. She was beautiful.

"Aren't you the most beautiful baby ever? Yes you are!" her father exclaimed in a baby voice. It was just how anyone would see on television. But this was a little different.

They weren't in a hospital. They were in a chamber. They weren't a normal family. They were special. And this, this wasn't any ordinary baby girl. This was Palmyra's newest princess.

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Her uncle quickly entered the room as he was granted permission. He ran over to the baby girl and his brother in law, and close friend. Her niece was handed to him, and he softly took her into his arms. He absolutely loved children, though he never had any of his own. She was the closest he had gotten.

As he cradeled her, she raised her tiny arm up, and touched his face gently. He smiled, as his whole face lit up. His sister called him over, and her daughter was given back to her. As her mother stared down at her little cooing face, a guard quickly ran in.

His face seemed urgent and worried. "I bring terrible news! They're coming. They're coming for her!" 'They' were a family enemy, and those evil people had tried everything to get to the new Princess. And they were finally about to have their biggest chance.

"We have to save her!" the King exclaimed, taking his daughter into his hands and quickly whispering a few things to his wife. "I'm taking her to Roddenmarr. He'll take her, and keep her as safe as he possibly can. Then I'll come back to fight them off."

He quickly ran off, and he could see the bloddy battle begin. "Roddenmarr! Take her, and hurry. Keep her safe." he told Victor Roddenmarr Jr., the most trusted of their staff. He quickly gave the girl over, kissing her forehead gently. "I'll find you. I love you." was the last thing he ever got to say to his daughter, before both were torn apart by the cruelty of humanity.

Victor ran off, while the King ran back to fight off the guards.

No one had completely understood that this was the day the new princess's life would be launched into nothing but chaos. The only thing Victor Roddenmarr Jr. knew about the newest princess was that he had to heep her safe, and her name.

Her name was Patricia Williamson.

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Back off in Palmyra, the battle continued on. Life's were taken away, and many were put on the line. Including the King's. While defending his kindom, and his only daughter's honor, he had been wounded awfully. He had been launched into a coma, but who knew it would last 17 years?

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Victor ran away with Patricia, he looked down at her for a moment, only to see her eyes flashed violet. He was shocked. He was more than confused but he knew he had to get her out of here.

Patricia's face seemed to be etched with confusion and worry, but she shouldn't be burdened from the first day of her life.

Victor knew that those evil people would find him eventually, and he knew the only way to keep Patricia safe, was to let her go.

Days later, when he arrived in England, he found the best orphanage he knew of. He whispered to Patricia: "You'll be okay. Hopefully. We'll find you somehow. Goodbye princess."

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Only days passed until a couple came by and wanted to adopt the princess. Of course they didn't know she was a princess, why would Victor let that information out?

They treated her as their own. Patricia became particularly close to her new father. But sadly he died a few days after her 4th birthday, after being shot, protecting the little girl from a murderer.

Her mother had gone into depression, but gotten closer to her adopted daughter. They had a perfect relationship, until that man came along. Her mother had been naive and 'fell in love'. She married him and Patricia's life had been ruined. And to imagine, she was only 6 when the abuse started...

The rest we all know.

But her mother hadn't known then that all her attempts to keep her daughter safe had ended with her enduring all the pain no one in the world deserved.

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