This is my story.

It is a story of good and evil, 爱情 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 由 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 更多 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 日 I would kill the King and set myself up in his place. Of all the outlaws, I was the most passionate, driven 由 my all-consuming hatred and ambition.

The 日 I had so long awaited arrived - the 日 I would feel the sweet taste of victory as I rose to become ruler of all. My soldiers fought long and hard, fueled 由 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 下一个 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 说 to me.

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

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

"I 爱情 你 because I made you. And I made 你 for so much 更多 than this! I want 你 to have joy, purpose, and the never-ending 爱情 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, 你 must die.

"But I 爱情 you! 你 have no idea how much I 爱情 you!

"So I have sent my son, who loves 你 with the same consuming 爱情 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 你 can live, and live life to the fullest, with me, in my Kingdom and my house. 你 will be my princess, my child, and my precious daughter.

"Will 你 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 不可思议的 sacrifice and became his princess. His child. His precious daughter. And he has 给 me all the riches of his Kingdom, a place of honor serving him, and a passionate 爱情 for him and his people. Even when I forget his sacrifice and my 爱情 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 你 choose it.