'A Time To Love & A Time To Die' Sequel To 'The Desire' Series (In Editing)

Rebirth.....(Edited)

 Once upon a time there was a majestic king who lived with his beautiful queen in a kingdom where music and art were celebrated. The king did not foresee having children but he lived in an enchanted land where all things were possible. In time he was blessed with two beautiful babies, a son and daughter for whom he wished only peace. Still the king had demons who pursued him which lead the death of the queen that reign beside him. The death of his beloved had the king consumed with sorrow which left him blind sighted to what happen next.

There was a ruthless beast who wanted to take the kingdom for her own. Armed with a pack of untamed creatures she drove the other magical creatures from the land. And there was a wicked sorceress with enchanted stones that weakened the king every full moon. Seeing the shadow his enemies cast upon his home the king was driven to send his beloved prince and princess away convincing all who remained that they were forever lost.

The king in his sorrow turned away from the world as he couldn't see living a world without his true love and his beloved children. The castle closed its doors and the kingdom fell. Some say that the only light that shines in the castle illuminates the shadow of the once majestic king in the room of where he and his queen would lay. But as the ruthless beasts took rule over the fallen king's realm little did they know that he and his brother would not rest until their enemies were vanquished. For they believed that one day they would heal their kingdom and bring their precious prince and princess home so that they might live happily ever after.

Klaus P.O.V

As the months passed on, the emptiness did not fill if anything the hole in my heart deepen after losing the one woman I had ever loved. There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love. That is what I had with my Star. When I held her cold corps in my arm I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt like a part of me had died along with her I didn't want to believe that she was gone I wanted to believe that she would return to me that the blood of our son would save her from this dark fate. My heart ached like nothing I had ever felt before but it believed that she would return to me. Star is my past, present and future and I knew in my heart that our destiny together wasn't over. What the heart wants doesn't not always win the battle it seeks for happiness but fairy tale happy ending do not exist in this world. I knew I had to accept that she was gone like I had accept many who have gone to the great beyond.

All I had left of her was my son a gift that she had bestowed upon me. As I looked at this innocent baby in my arms I knew I couldn't allow him to have the same fate as his mother. My son was only remaining trace of Star that I had left and I knew I had to protect him as this evil that had struck my wife would surely come for him. As painful as it was to give my only son away I knew it was for his safely. That in time he would return to me unlike this mother who was lost to this world I vowed that I would not be selfish with future devours that everything I would do from this day forward will be for the return of my son.

The tragedy of life is in what dies inside a man while he lives and the ones he loves more than anything upon this earth are at far reach. The days after Star body being consummated into the ground I allowed my son Chance was in the safety of the two people that I knew would protect him with their lives. I began to think about what death meant as I replayed the days after Star death in my mind I had shredded so many tears for my love because for the second time in this life of mine I felt lost and broken. Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.