Story of how the Nightangel became a Nightingale

Two thousand years ago, on one epic night that was to be the start of this story.

The moon was engulfed by the dark clouds and the princess who wandered off into an unfamiliar part of the palace could not see.

She sat in a corner and began to cry.

What could she do, she was only a fourteen year old girl?

Suddenly a soft, beautiful whisper of a song began. 

The crickets hushed their singing to listen, the frogs, their croaking.

Even the princess stopped her sobbing to hear.

Something so soft and sweet had began to sound.

Somehow familiar, as if she knew the voice well..

A voice, serenading her with a melody of the past.

An ancient serenade, so romantic that even the stars were wooed and peeped out of their blankets to listen to the nightangel sing.

After what seemed a never wanting it to end brief moment in heaven, the song stopped and the princess opened her eyes.

Out of the shadows, a tall, fair and angelic looking man stood out and walked towards the princess whose tears have started to dry off her cheeks.

The princess glanced at this mysterious yet breath taking man.

Her heart started to beat faster and faster, she wondered if he could hear it beating.

Breathing seemed too hard a task.

She's never felt this feeling before, could this be... Love?