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"Jesus wept"
John 11:35
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As I soothed her with those precious Words, it's evident that she has listened carefully. As now, her sobs have weakened, I lie her down on my bed, looking at her angelic face again. Her eyes are closed, and I can sense from her that she is at relief. I silently give thanks to God as I turn off the lights, shutting the door quietly.

The next few moments much more worsened. I search them in their bedroom, kitchen, attic, living room, garden. But found soon myself in avail. I then go to the kitchen again, to get something to eat from the refrigerator when suddenly I stop myself.

A yellow note. Yellow notes are popular as I often go out without my parents knowing. But this note is different. In scrawled, childish handwriting, I read hoarsely, my throat almost cracking.

"Dear Mels, your parents are kidnapped because of your disobedience. They have not fulfilled the duty of making you a successful Trynad princess. Since the consequences of the incomplete ritual are undesirable, we have taken them as a sacrifice. You are hereby no longer their daughter nor are they your parents."
P.s. If you wish them alive, call 876-5678676878
S.S

I read the note again and again hoping that the words would obliterate on its own. I simply can't believe it! My parents are kidnapped! And most importantly, who is S.S? Is it the secret police of Trynads like the Nazis? Or did my parents want me to have a heart attack?

"See, you should have agreed to those rituals!", my mind nags.
No! Absolutely not! Was it God who said that He will be there to strengthen me? Not to be dismayed?

Good. Now I'm in a complete dilemma! Unless God, Himself offer me a solution or anything, I can help. Otherwise....

I will have to forget about my dad, mom everything.
Start on a new life. Without these lurking Trynad secrets.
But, then again, my parents life are endangered! I have to agree on their Trynad terms! What else can I do?

I'm now at the porch, looking at the hazy skies once again, this time, I start pacing here and there. Clearly, to an outsider, I would be certainly a serious mental patient.

"Melinda!", a voice awakes me from my reverie of pacing. It was Clary at the door of the house.
"Finally, the sleeping beauty awoke!" I call with a dull sarcasm.

"Why are you walking like a deranged person? And where is uncle and aunt?", it seems to me that she totally forgot about the crying part as she is strangely in a happy mood!

I run past her and grab the sticky note and show it to her without uttering anything. She reads the message thrice with a concentrated frown  and then looks intently at me.

"The S.S. are the secret police of the Trynad King and Queen. But why would your parents themselves order this? You are the only heir!" she questions more to herself.

"You're saying, that I'm a-a Princess?", was only the thing I could squeak out.

"I didn't know too. But your father said so right?" she looks warmly at me.

I sigh, mentally and physically tired;so the next thing I do is to lie down on the plush sofa next to me. A drowsy yawn enters my whole body , my eyelids begin to droop without my control.

" I think I'll take a nap first" I whisper to Clary as my eyes close into darkness after a small mental plead.

"God please take care of my parents. "

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Sorry every1 4 the short chappie😞I'll make it up next chap. Thnx once again for all of your support, and taking time to read this. Cos it really means so much to me when I saw 104 reads, 17 votes and 473 rd place in spiritual! So p.s. Comment! So I can include your opinions in this story ☺️ I hope that Grace of God would lead all of us to complete the narrow, difficult way!