This is not the official first chapter of the story. This talks about Hilda's past. I just want to follow and maintain how the original storyline of Cinderella started but i made a few changes.

Before proceeding, I have to let you know that this is quite an emotional or dramatic part because as i have stated I want to start this by following the original story of Cinderella.

I hope you enjoy reading my first entry.

(Disclaimer: I do not own Beelzebub)

Hilda's Past

Once upon a time, there was a merchant and his wife who lived nearby a beautiful meadow at the edge of a forest. With all the glories of nature around them, the couple lived there quite peacefully and contentedly. However, no matter how peaceful and contented they thought they were, they always knew that there was something missing in their little family. For a long time, the couple had been longing to have a child. It had been the only wish that they have since the day that they lived together in their humble cottage.

Fortunately, fate was not unkind to them. Their wish was heard and one fateful day, a baby girl was born. She had blonde hair like her parents' and emerald green eyes that resembled her mother's. The couple was overjoyed with such a blessing and they thought their lives couldn't be happier as it is now.

As time passed by, the baby grew up into a lovely little girl and became her parents' pride and joy.

One day, the mother decided to take her daughter in her most favorite place in the world.

"Hildegarde", her mother said. "What are you making sweetie?"

The mother walked towards her daughter and kneeled beside her. The little girl stood there and hold out something to her mother.

"Look what I've made for you mother", she said with a beaming smile.

"Oh, how pretty. Did you made it yourself?"

"Yes," the little girl happily answered as she put the crown of flowers on her mother's head. "Now you are the Queen!"

Her mother laughed and tapped a finger on her daughter's nose.

"And I made this one for myself so we will look the same," added the girl as she picked the other crown she made awhile ago.

"Oh, did you?", her mother asked while gently taking the crown from her daughter's hand. "Now then, as the 'Queen', may I have the honor to place this beautiful crown on the Princess's head?"

"Yes you may." Hilda giggled and curtsied to her mother who also curtsied back after placing the little crown atop the girl's blonde head.

"Oh look how perfectly it suits you!" exclaimed the mother. "You are now the Princess of this kingdom."

Hildegarde laughed and hugged her mother tightly as a little girl could. And then she asked, "Can I really be a Princess?"

Her mother lovingly looked at the wide green orbs that resembled her own. Then she answered, "You are already a princess, Hilda. Our beautiful little princess."

"Really?" asked the girl with her beaming green eyes.

"Of course you are", said the mother while motioning to her daughter to sit on her lap. "Do you see this meadow full of flowers? This is our kingdom and everything in it is our subject."

"What's a subject?"

"Well, they are the ones that occupy our kingdom and the ones that you, me, and your father have to protect."

"Why do we have to protect them, mother?"

Hilda's mother smiled. She slid her left hand to the blonde locks that fell and covered on one of her daughter's eye and tuck it behind her little ear. "Because there are some people in this world who will find ways to take our kingdom from us. And if they do, our subjects will not be veeery happy."

To this, Hilda frowned and said, "I don't want them to become sad. After all, these flowers make me happy. Just like you and father."

"And that's why we have to protect them."

The little girl paused for a moment. Looking at the meadow in front of her, she couldn't believe why there would be such people who would take away her happiness. She thought about the flowers, the bees, the birds that nestled in the bushes and her mother and father taken away from her. She became sad at that thought.

"Will you protect them?" her mother suddenly asked while stroking her daughter's blonde hair.

Hilda quickly stood and clenched her fist.
"With all my life!" she proclaimed with determination. Her eyes shone brightly as she spoke. At that time, her mother saw that Hilda reminded her of her husband's bravery. Yet somehow, upon looking at those bright emerald orbs, she could tell that her daughter also reminded her of herself - of her strong will, of her stubbornness, and a little hint of her audacity.

The mother simply smiled then pat Hilda's head. She then hugged her daughter close to her bosom and stared at the meadow glistening with all it's beauty under the midday sun. The gentle breeze softly blew on them as if soothing both the mother and the child. The flowers bowed to them and danced like waves reaching upon the shore.

"Hilda", her mother began to spoke, "promise me that you'll protect this part of land. Promise me that you won't let others take our little kingdom. Can you do that?"

Hilda looked up to her mother wondering. But when she saw her mother's smile, she nodded at once and smiled back, the sweetest smile only a little girl can give.

"And promise me that you won't let that sweet smile fade..." whispered her mother which was almost inaudible to Hilda.

Now in every kingdom, sorrow would always find its way to shake up everything. This time it didn't spare the little girl's family no matter how they tried to live happily and peacefully.

First, Hilda's mother became ill with a disease which was not known in the whole kingdom. Day after day, she became weak that she became bedridden. Her once pinkish white complexion turned pale. She looked older than what she's supposed to. Her once warm smile turned weak and it broke her husband's and Hilda's hearts to see her. And yet, never did Hilda show her mother a sad face. Her father told her to always smile in front of her mother so as not to worry her. She promised. If this would cheer her mother, if this would bring life to her pale face, she would do it. She prayed every night for her mother to get well. She brought her fresh flowers every morning. She kept her promise to greet her mother with a sweet smile.

But then, one early morning, as Hilda hurriedly ran to her mother's room to bring her fresh flowers, she suddenly saw that people are crowding in the room. The servants stood near at the end of her mother's bed. Their faces bowed down and one of them wiping tears. She saw the doctor gently patting her father's back who was hugging her mother.

"What's going on?" she thought. "What are they all doing here? Why is father...why is he...?"

"Father?" is the only word that came out of Hilda's mouth. She stood by the doorstep not wanting to enter the sad cold room of her mother. She hugged the flowers tightly against her chest as if it would protect her from something she feared.

"Hilda...", her father turned to her " your mother... come and see her...one last time." His father hold out a hand to her telling her to come by his side. His eyes show weariness from lack of sleep but as Hilda watched him, she saw despair and sadness welling from his eyes.

With trembling limbs and teary eyes, Hilda slowly approached his father. Her chest began to tighten as she felt pain building inside her heart. Her gripped on the flowers tightened even more as she finally reached the bed. Her father suddenly hugged her and that was when she began to cry. She looked at her poor mother whose eyes wouldn't open to show her bright green eyes again. She called out to her as she clasped the cold hand of her mother but the latter didn't respond. Even her warm trembling hands couldn't make her mother's hand warm anymore. She sobbed. She didn't want her mother to leave her. She wanted to see her smile once again and hug her. But her mother... her dear mother... wouldn't be able to do it again.

Two years passed and the pain turned to memories. Hilda kept her promise and she smiled as often as she could. She smiled at her father, at what they still have, and at the memories her mother had left her. She and her father tried their best to live as happily as they were before.

However, they were not forgotten by Sorrow. It's true that it left them to start over but then it returned with more desire to shake up Hilda's life.

Three months passed since her father left to travel to another country for his trade. And since then, Hilda had not heard from him. Not even a single letter came to her while she waited. Yet, she still hoped and prayed for his safe return.

One cloudy morning, as she was busily helping the servants in the kitchen, a loud knock was heard from the main door. She ran hurriedly to open it thinking that it must be the mailman who was to deliver a letter from her father. After all, who else could be knocking on their front door this early morning. When she opened it, she was shocked to see that it was her father's friend, who lived in town and who was supposedly accompanying her father in his travel. She greeted him politely and asked if the man needs something even though she wondered why he's there.

"Miss Hildegarde, I..." the man replied. He slowly take off his hat and tried to finish what he was about to say. After a moment of silence, he finally added, "..I came as fast I could..."

Hilda watched his expression changed to something that showed pity and grief. She instantly knew what he meant. The pain which she kept locked up inside her heart suddenly burst forth creeping on every part of her body. She quickly slammed the door and ran to her room.

"Again?! " she thought as she lie face down on her bed while clenching her fist. She was angry but she didn't know to whom she would bent her anger. At the same time, she felt hopeless and pitied herself for the first time.

"What now? What am I suppose to do now? Why do you have to leave me here like this? Why now? Why do you have to take them both from me?"

All these questions kept rushing into her mind like angry sparks of fire from the hearth. Yet, all she could do was cry as if she could make the pain inside escape.

"Miss Hilda..." a servant called out to her from the doorstep. "I-I'm terribly sorry Miss Hilda."

Hilda didn't turn to the servant. She lay down there as if she didn't heard anything. In fact, she didn't really bother what the servant said. The pain and grief of her loss were more than enough to distract her from thinking properly.

"I-I'll be downstairs when you need something Miss Hilda", the worried servant said.

As if she needed anything to calm and soothe her at that moment. She just needed to be alone.

" Yes, I just need to be alone. I should just have to get used to this right?" she thought again. "After all I'm all alone now. I'm left alone... Always left alone."

All day, she stayed in her room and didn't bother to eat anything. When the night came, she wondered what will happen to her in the morning. She was tired from everything. She was exhausted from crying all day and letting the pain and grief torture her. Before sleep visited her that night, one last thought crossed her mind.

"Will you protect our little kingdom? Can you do that?" It was her mother's words which echoed in her thoughts.

When she finally closed her eyes, she only whispered to herself, "I will try..."

So there you go. I hope you like it.

I will try to justify each Beelzebub characters in the following chapters. Though i am quite sure it will be a difficult task... I will also try to lessen the drama and put some more funny scenes. However, what looks funny to me might not be funny to you. lol. So please understand... Tehee!

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