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Lost Princess of Clow
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Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE Themed Story
Chapter 1: Kidnapped
(by AirKitty, added on 2006-05-17 15:59:19 AEST) [Discussion Topic]

Hi!! This is my first work and i hope it turns out good. Not all of them will be like this
but i hope you like it. I will add a new chapter every day if i can.
Oh and most of the characters in this story belongs to CLAMP. Plz don't sue me CLAMP you won't get much if you do!!
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It was silent in the castle, only the rusuling of the new born baby girl could be heard. She lay quitly in her cradle with her parents sound asleep near by.
THen a sudden CRASH was heard in the once silent room. Suddenly every one awoke! Panic rose in the room as they saw the men in black enter the room.
The Young Man put his arms around the young woman to protect her as the woman reached for her baby, screaming. But it was too late.
The men took the Baby and escaped as the young woman screamed even louder. By now every one in the castle was awake.
The king burts through the door. " What happened!?" he screamed. The lady told him in between sobs " They..... They took the Baby!"
and she burts into another spam of tears as the man beside tried to comfert her.
The king took one look at the crying woman and shouted to the guards who had just arrived
" Search the kingdom the princess has been kidnapped!!"
But it was too late, they men were already outside the castle with the baby, they only had enough time to shoot the men with poisenous aroows.
But they were already pass the walls. [I]Even if the did die from the shot the princess will still be out there, what if we never find her?"
thought the king as he went to comfort the grief striken parents.

15 years later


" I WANT MY BREAKFAST NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" shouted Beatrice as she lay in her silk bed. " Coming ."
Said Shannon as as she tried to balance four trays at once that contianed the breakfast of the family she worked for while trying
to get into one of the twins sister's bedroom to give it to her. She she just ignored and smiled as she went through the daily deamanding from the sisters,
the scorn & dissaproval from the mother, and the ignoring from tthe father and fininished the rest of the morning chores.
After that she headed striaght for her small room which she shared with her nana to relaxe a while before she had to do the afternoon chores.
Her nana smiled at her as she walked in. " The brats made a fuss agian didn't they?" she questioned her as shannon just smiled.
" Well your better than that. Just smile and ignore them, their just jealous of you. Soon you''ll be out of this dump." " Yes nana."
Shannon replied as she looked at her aging nana. " Oh that reminds me! Since its your 15th birthday today i have a gift." Said Nana as she pulled out a beautiful golden
locket with wings carved on the top. " But Nana! that most have cost a fortune you really shouldn't have!" cried Shannon." oh but its not from me." She said with a wry smile. " Its from your self. You were found wearing it when we found you. But remeber to hide it from the others." " Yes Nana." Shannon said as she put on the necklace.
Shannon knew that she was adopted when she was found abondoned as a baby. But other than that no one told her about where she had come from. It must of cost a fortune, maybe i came from a rich family. She thought as she laid down to rest before the rush of the afternoon chores.
Oh well... she thought as she started to fall asleep
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