Daughter Of Shadow's King

Chapter 2: Echoes Of The Past

Eighteen years later

Hmm... NO... please don't take her away... My daughter... Please leave her... HAZEL NOOO..

wake up, Francesca. It's a dream. I've got you *pulled her into his arms and drawing soothing circles on her back to calm her down* shhh, it's okay

*Francesca opened her eyes which are filled with tears* Lorenzo, our baby girl. I can't forget her. I can't keep her out of my mind *she said softly as she cry on his chest*

I know, my love. It's been eighteen years since we lost her but I can't keep her out of my mind either. Her beautiful oceanic-bluish purple eyes with green outline.. Gosh they were so beautiful and rare eyes *He said softly as he hold his tears back*

She's like a little doll. Porcelain skin, golden-rose hair color, her beautiful yet rare eye colour. She's like a porcelain doll *She said softly as she wipe her tears*

*she sit up straight and look him in the eyes* we need to find her Lorenzo, no matter what. She's our daughter and she's right out there somewhere. I know it deep in my bones that our girl is still alive *she said with confidence and how can she be wrong when mother's instincts rarely lie*

Okay we will find her *he said softly* no matter where she is but we will never give up on our flesh and blood *His voice turn a little maniac as he said the last sentence* and whoever did it will have a hell to pay because I won't forgive and show mercy to that person. I will tore them apart, piece by piece, with my bare hands. No one touch what's mine and get away with it

*he look at her and wipe her tears with his thumb* sleep now, Mi amor. Tomorrow we're going to make a perfect plan and discuss with our sons

*he helped her back in the blankets and adjust the pillows around her. He kissed her forehead and lay beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and rest his head on top of her head*

Good night, Mi amor *he said softly*

GoodNight, my love *she said softly and closed her eyes*

*she drifted to sleep almost immediately because of exhaustion and he keep his arms around her waist possessively and protectively. His brain start working, making plans and strategies. But one thing is for sure that he will find his daughter, no matter what. He knows it's not going to be easy but he's not going to give up on her baby*

*his mind keep repeating the list of his enemies. The list is too long but he knows that every single enemy is cruel and brutal but still they don't harm little babies, so who could it be. Who is behind the adduction? Is it someone from outside or Is it someone from inside?*

*He gets up from the bed and quietly walk towards the balcony. He open the door slowly as not to disturb Francesca. He step inside the balcony and stand against the railing and look at the glowing moon as he let his tears finally fall*

*no matter how strong and powerful a person is but there's always a softer, more gentler part always exist within them*

*He hides his pain behind power,

but in the quiet hours,

his tears belong only to the child he lost before he ever met*

“Losing a daughter the moment she is born

tears something eternal from a parent’s soul.

It is a grief that has no edges,

no time, no mercy—

only a silent scream that lives in the ribs forever.

Her stolen beginning becomes your unending ache;

a lifetime reshaped by the absence

of the child you never got to breathe beside.

There is no pain fiercer,

no darkness heavier,

than a daughter taken before your arms

ever learned her weight.”