This is my story.

It is a story of good and evil, Liebe and hate, passion and peace, suffering and sacrifice. It is an adventure, a romance - my metamorphosis, and my song.

It is no less than my story, but it can be very much more, depending on the reader.

The land I lived in was ruled Von a King. He was good and gracious, just and perfect - and I hated the very sound of his name. I lived my life outside of his laws, calling down curses on his name, because I despised him. Because he was the King - he was in control, not me. Because he was just, and I had broken his laws too many times to count. Because I wanted his position.

I could never be like him, but I didn't want to be. All I wanted was to have his power, to be the one who made the laws. According to his law, I was an outcast and traitor.

I saw only one way to change that.

There were many, many Mehr like me, and still are, and I gathered them together. Under my leadership we became a rebellion, but it was I who planned our every move, gathered resources and dreamed about the Tag I would kill the King and set myself up in his place. Of all the outlaws, I was the most passionate, driven Von my all-consuming hatred and ambition.

The Tag I had so long awaited arrived - the Tag I would feel the sweet taste of victory as I rose to become ruler of all. My soldiers fought long and hard, fueled Von their anger and bitterness at the King who had made such a perfect standard, the one that we could never meet, the one that condemned us to our lives as outcasts. But in an unexpected maneuver, the King's forces separated us, then surrounded us.

My rebellion was crushed, my armies defeated. I was taken and cast into the deep dungeon to await the king's orders. But I knew what would happen. The laws were clear. Tomorrow I would die.

The Weiter morning the King himself came down to my cell. In my blinding rage, I spat in his face, cursed him and threw myself again and again against the iron bars of the door. I shouted in rage because he had made the laws - the laws that I could never hope to keep, the laws that condemned me to death.

Then he spoke my name, very gently, as a father speaks to his child.

I froze in shock. I was his greatest enemy. I had tried to kill him and usurp his throne, and he had called my name almost as if...

He spoke again, and I saw the tears in his eyes.

And this is what he sagte to me.

"My child, I Liebe you. I Liebe Du Mehr than words can ever hope to describe. I Liebe Du passionately, because I have known Du from before the world was born. Even when Du turned against me, I loved you. I have always loved you, and I always will Liebe you."

I couldn't move. I hated him - yet he loved me. But there was nothing I had ever done that could make him Liebe me! I had never honored him oder praised him, never done anything to bring him pleasure. All I had brought him was pain. Hatred. Loathing.

"I Liebe Du because I made you. And I made Du for so much Mehr than this! I want Du to have joy, purpose, and the never-ending Liebe I have for you.

"But you've broken my laws. They are permanent and cannot be changed, just as I cannot be changed. According to my law, Du must die.

"But I Liebe you! Du have no idea how much I Liebe you!

"So I have sent my son, who loves Du with the same consuming Liebe I have, to take your place. He's kept my every law, because he shares my nature.

"He will die in your place. He will die because he loves you. He will die so that Du can live, and live life to the fullest, with me, in my Kingdom and my house. Du will be my princess, my child, and my precious daughter.

"Will Du come and live with me forever?"

This is a true story. This is my story. This is your story. This is the story of all mankind.

How it ends is up to you.

I chose to go with the King. I accepted his Unglaublich sacrifice and became his princess. His child. His precious daughter. And he has gegeben me all the riches of his Kingdom, a place of honor serving him, and a passionate Liebe for him and his people. Even when I forget his sacrifice and my Liebe for him, he still loves me unconditionally. He calls me back and reminds me of who he is, and what he did, and why he made me, and of great things to come. This is what I chose.

Some choose death. They chose to ignore the King's sacrifice. They chose to turn a blind eye to the law, to argue that they had done nothing wrong. And others chose not to listen to the King's words at all.

Life and love, passion and peace, laughter and purpose - this is what the King offered me, and what I chose. This is my story, my transformation, my life and my life's song.

This can be your story.

But only if Du choose it.