ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ [ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ]

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎: 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

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Latvia. October 1st, 1989.

"Lūdzu! Palīdzi man!" The Latvian woman screamed in pain as her stomach began growing larger and larger.
(Please! Help me!")

A load of people gathered around her, trying too see what was happening as one woman got down on her knees infront of the crying woman.

"ES domāju. . . Man liekas, ka vajag spiest?" The woman said.
(I think. . . I think you need to push?)

The screaming woman slowly nods, another lady taking her hand as she took deep breaths and began pushing hard, yelling in pain.

The crowd was amazed when the woman pushed out a little baby. A baby girl. The woman held her baby, confused and overwhelmed, but happy. Very confused. But happy.

Until. . .

A few days after her baby was born, Kristīne Ivanova's home was visited by an older man, who was insistant he would buy her baby off of her, to which Kristīne and her mother refused. This was her baby. Her miracle. And no one, nothing, was going to ruin it for her.

Right?

The next morning, Kristīne woke up to the sound of her baby crying. She got up and went to her babies bed, lifting her out.

She shushed the little girl as she spoke "Viss kārtībā, mamma ir klāt."
(Everything is okay. Mommy is here.)

Kristīne set her crying baby back down and rushed to the kitchen to get some milk. As she shut the fridge, the crying stopped. The house was quiet.

Kristīne dropped the bottle amd rushed up the stairs, calling for her mother to wake up "Mammu! Vai mazulim viss kārtībā?"
(Mom! Is the baby okay?)

She swung the door open to find her baby was gone and the window was wide open. Kristīne burst into tears, falling to the floor as her mother rushed in, frying pan in hand.

Her baby was gone.

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If you are ever confused on Y/n's powers, I'll put it in the description of this story, just to make it easier to understand.