HEEELLLLLLLOOOO! THIS IS MY SECOND STORY SO FAR! YES, IN CASE YOU WONDERING WHO ELIZABETH IS, SHE IS MY OC! PLEASE RED AND I PROMISE YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED!

-Deeper Prologue-

"How are you feeling, Marie?" asked a husky voice. Marie slowly opened her tired eyes, to see none other than her husband, Aeolus, staring down at her with delightedly anxious concern in his eyes.

"Wonderful." she whispered back in her French lilt. True, in emotional sense, she was anxious and dangerously excited. But in physical sense, she was still in much pain within her lower flank.

The doctor walked in, holding a small pink bundle in his arms. Marie's heart hammered wildly as the doctor took his place beside the bed, smiling down at her. But what was this sadness behind his smile?

"How are you feeling Mrs. Rabellia?" he asked in his kind, professional tone.

Marie smiled at the replay of that question. Her smile in contrast to the doctor's was eager and broad, practically begging for the man to hand over that small delicate bundle, before she rips it straight from his hands.

The doctor seemed to take her grin as queue to lower the pink bundle into her arms. In her arms she saw the most delicate, beautiful, and innocent little thing she had ever seen.

A sleeping baby girl.

Her sleeping baby girl.

Marie's eyes prickled in delight at the sight of her new daughter. Aeolus bent down beside her, putting one reassuring hand on the small of Marie's back while the other gently caressed the crown of his baby. "What should we name her?" he said, his voice sounding watery, as if on the verge of tears.

"Athena?" Marie suggested. "After you mothe'er?"

Aeolus tilted his head, as if in deep thought. "As much as mother would love our child being named after her. Athena just doesn't do our baby justice."

Our child. Our baby. Oh, how long has she yearned for such words to come from his mouth. But he was right. Athena was just not delicate enough for their beautiful new girl.

"Zen what will we name you?" Marie mused. "Do you 'ave any ideas?"

As if on queue, slowly, their baby girl opened her little eyes, and Marie gasped. The babies iris' were misty and silver, almost completely still and unwavering. Never has Marie seen eyes that colour, that... faraway. If Marie was to use one word to describe her daughters eye colour, it would be faraway. Well, other than- "Blind." she whispered to herself. "Our beautiful daughter, she's blind. Isn't she!" Marie cried, never taking her eyes off of her sleepy baby. She began to cry, her tiny mouth opening into a large oval as her wailing filled the room. Marie shushed her new baby, and gently caressed her face, in hope that she would calm down. "Healer Ferrinby, answer me."

Healer Ferrinby sighed tiredly. "Yes, Mrs. Rabbelia. I'm very sorry." he answered softly.

"B-but I don't understand. Do you not have something... anything to make our baby be able to see? A potion? A charm? Artificial eyes?!" Marie inquired desperately.

"I-I'm afraid not, Mrs. Rabellia." Healer Ferrinby gulped, "Us at St. Mungo's don't... we... we specialise in a lot of things, but... but I'm afraid not this."

Marie couldn't help but let out a quite yelp as a hot tear rolled down her cheek. She lowered her forehead onto her baby's as Aeolus placed a reassuring yet somewhat shaky hand onto his wife's back, rubbing slow circles.

"Thank you, Healer Ferrinby, but we'd like to be left alone now, if you will." Aeolus asserted, his voice only trembling slightly.

"Of course." he complied, and heavy footfalls were heard as he left the room.

Marie was devastated. Not to mention incredibly confused. Her one and only daughter, the daughter that she had wished for over three years was blind. She couldn't see. Her daughter wouldn't be capable of so much; how could this of happened?

Marie repelled when a tentative hand brushed her back, clasping their fingers around her shoulder, "Marie, I-I know how you feel right now but..." Marie could tell by the way Aeolus' voice changed tone that he decided against what he was about to say, "Marie look at me." he ordered.

Marie let out a shaky sob as she lifted her head from her blissfully sleeping baby, "A-Aeolus, sh-sh-she will never zee us." she wept, as silent tears slid down her face.

"I know, Marie." he said quietly, using his thumb to wipe away a tear as he smiled sadly, "But it'll be okay."

Once again, she looked back down at her disabled baby, to see that tear beads were sprawled all over her face. Marie sniffed and began to lightly wipe them off, "Oh dear. Oh, look what I 'ave done. Oh dear." she whispered sadly. Once the infant was relieved of all moisture, Marie sighed tiredly. Through her fretting, she completely ignored her exhaustion, but it was now taking a toll on her rather heavily.

'Oh lord, please help us.' she inwardly prayed. She was never a particularly religious person, but Marie was desperate and God was her last option. All she wanted was for her baby girl to grow up happy and healthy. Have many friends. Learn magic. Become successful. Then have a family. Isn't that what every mother wants? But with the modern prejudice, her daughter would never be accepted. All she wanted was for her daughter to be happy.

She was going to cure her daughter of this curse.

"Marie," Aeolus called quietly.

"Yes?" she answered absently, consumed within her despair.

"What are we going to name her?"

Marie was suddenly pulled out of her grieving as she stared down her beautiful baby girl. She thought about it. She took in her daughters round, soft face. Her chubby cheeks. Her pouted lips. And her misty, silver eyes that currently laid peacefully under her lids. Then Marie smiled.

"Elizabeth."

If it was the last thing she would do.

Soooooo theres the prolouge everybody! Woah, i was so nervous in putting tis up. Its so different from my other story. The other has a fair bit more humour in his light-hearted wile this... well its different thats for sure. DONT WORRY THOUGH! The almighty twins shall surface soon. Most likly in chapter 2!

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!

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