Disclaimer: She-Ra and all related characters are owned by Filmation, not me. I make no money from this.

Note: I will be retelling this, and will be making some changes. It will be a little darker, for one thing. I will also be making some changes to the basic wardrobe.

They were trying to take her babies away.

Queen Marlena had been sleeping the sleep of the heavily medicated, having only given birth a few hours before. It had been a hard labor, and there had been some complications. She had gone to bed, with the newborns asleep as well, in a cradle in her room. That was why she missed the invasion.

The Horde, they called themselves, had arrived without warning.

The fight that was going on in the halls of the Palace had not touched the Queen yet, for she slept so soundly.

Until they burst into her room.

Marlena's fogged mind was barely able to register that there were people in her room, until the sound of a baby's cry cut through the cloud of her thoughts.

Her eyes opened wide, and she was aware of a man covering her with a stunner, and another, much larger and in armor with a hideous bat-like crest on the breastplate, reaching for the crib.

"NO!" Marlena screamed, and flung the covers that held her down on her guard.

She staggered to her feet, and did her best fall over to the intercom by the bedside. As her hand snaked over the controls to call security, the butt of a blaster slammed down, crushing her hand.

"OOWW!" the Queen sobbed, not at the sound of her own bones breaking, but at the wails of her newborn children.

Crawling, slipping and sliding, the Queen did her best to evade her attacker, who seemed to enjoy watching her antics. She saw crib, and struggled over to them. There was no way that she could get them to safety, but she could protect them with her own body.

A harsh laugh followed her as she overturned the crib, getting the twins out. She curled herself around them, hugging them, telling the little ones that it was all right, mommy was there.

The laugh turned into full-fledged guffaws.

"Oh, no," said the cold voice from behind her. "I don't want to kill your children. I have something so much more interesting in mind."

That was the last thing she heard, along with her babies' cries, before the monster's blaster spat, and she was carried away to oblivion.

"What happened?" Marlena heard herself asking.

At first, she didn't know why. All she remembered was going to the delivery room, and the joy that she felt when her husband presented her with the twins, Adam and Adora.

It looked eerily the same. She was in the hospital wing, with her husband Randar beside her, holding her hand. Only now, he looked so tired.

That didn't make any sense. What about this could make him look so sad, so battered? He was a father. Wasn't that what he wanted?

She reached out with her right hand to try to reassure him, but the pain of pasted bones stopped her, and the memory of what happened came back.

"OH, GOD!" she wailed, wondering what had happened to her babies.

Now tears were on her husband's face, too.

Duncan was the one that answered her. "They were called the Horde. We don't know what they wanted, other than to create havoc. They came in, and overwhelmed us. We managed to get them out of the Palace, but that was just a diversion. They headed to your bedroom.

"We had planted extra guards on your suite, but they are dead, now. They… They…"

"They took them," she whispered, finishing the sentence that he had been unable to say.

"Only Adora," said Randar, who had been silent until then. "Man-at-Arms had been able to get there before their leader, Hordak, got to Adam."

"Only!" she almost screamed in rage, but the look on Randar's face made her stop. "Only." She had started to cry again.

Randar gathered her into his arms, mangled hand and all, and they cried for their daughter.

"They came from another dimension," interrupted Duncan finally. "We don't know which one it was, and there is no way for us to get her back."

"Oh, no," was all that she said.

The Princess was gone, and there was nothing that could be done about it.

The pain was overwhelming, but they needed to go on.

The Sorceress, who understood their pain far better than they could ever know, gave them a gift, one that would make things… a little easier.

She made the world forget. So many things out there were constantly reminding the royal couple about their pain, and there was nothing else that could make it better. So, she made the whole world forget. It wasn't a lightly made choice. In fact, she wrung her heart about making the decision, but finally, casting her hand out over the world, she told them, that it had never happened, and that there was only one royal child.

Only the King, the Queen, and their old friend Duncan, knew the truth.

And so, the years went by.