The weight of one blooming life. It has been long since he felt the preciousness and heaviness of a single innocent life, perhaps he has even forgotten that certain feeling.
Until this very day, he still remembers vividly his young naive self with his idiotic dream to change the world and his desire to create a peaceful world.
However, the world around him, the unending chaos that he plunged into, the war, the conflict and the people that he fought for have frozen his heart of love, mercy and joy.
Yet, even with all the things he went through, he still walk that certain path, as a broken man, an empty shell, a husk of his former self as he thought that it was the only way to save thousands of lives, to create the peace he wanted and to see the world he dreamed of.
Until that day, when he met her, the love of his life, Theresa, the gentle and kind King of Sarkaz.
As life is unpredictable, so is love, a single feeling that could fool the smartest, melt a frozen heart and even rebuild someone that has been broken.
Her warm love melted his frozen heart, her kindness healed his weary soul, her embrace ease all the pain that numbed his body.
The foreign feeling that filled his heart enabled him to see the light he never could before.
And slowly he changed as he began to remember the preciousness of love and a single life is.
With time passed, his love bloomed beautifully into a story that could bring warmth to the hearts of those who listened, and after a long time he finally understood the beauty of Theresa's dream of peace.
And now, for the first time in his long forgotten life, he felt a great amount of fear and joy.
His eyes gazed intently to the door leading to a secret operation room in Kazdel, it had been a few hours, yet his heart could not find the necessary peace for him to remain calm, sweat drizzled down his forehead even after he took the steel mask he usually wears.
Cold spread through his body from head to toe as his concern grew stronger, he clapped both of his hands in a praying position and he prayed to the God that he has long forgotten for the safety of his beloved.
Behind that door, a child will be born and soon he will be a Father, there's unimaginable amount of happiness enveloping his heart at the moment but at the same time, he can't help but being quite anxious about the safety of both his wife and child, also the responsibility of being a father.
Faintly, he heard the scream that certainly came from his wife and his heart could not take it any longer, yet, he could not do anything.
There's a massive desire within him to run toward that door, barging in and looking at his wife's condition but even he knows that if he does that, all he adds is more tension.
"Greetings, Doctor or should I call you brother now?"
He almost jumped from his seat upon hearing a calm and charismatic voice so suddenly.
Almost instantly he looked around, searching for the source of the voice until his eyes landed on a charismatic and quite handsome figure wearing dark Kazdel military uniform with light pink hair and deep pink eyes gazing at him rather friendly, the man is none other than...
"Ah... General Theresis."
The General of Kazdel military, the younger brother of King Theresa and also his brother in law.
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Prince of Sarkaz
FanfictionFar away from the world and the reality we knew, on that certain day a child was born for the homeland of Sarkaz, Kazdel, he will bring a new string of paths, a new hope, a new fate and a new story to Terra and to the world. He is Averus, the Prince...