A/N: THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT OWN DRAGONHEART OR ANY DRAGONHEART AFFILIATIONS. THE AUTHOR ONLY OWNS THE ADDITIONAL CHARACTORS IN THIS STORY. EXAMPLE:(AENOR, THEO, SAER, DRAKON, LAVENDRE, GLADISE)

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The loss of Draco shall never be forgot. For he was always where we could find him...

Years had passed and Bowen finally found peace. Kara and he had finally settled down into the village that Kara once called home. The same village where she had accidentally pierced the princes' heart. A day for which fate changed forever.

For now they reside in a small hut outside the village, it was big enough for the three of them. Three? Yes, three. Time has passed since Draco's death and now Kara was with child. She waddled from side to side as she washed was linen she could beside the heat of the fire. Sweat dripped from her forehead, as this summer's heat had been insanely hot. Where was Bowen? She wondered. Was he in the fields, tending to the wheat among the peasants? Or was he off killing a turkey or deer for tonights dinner? Perhaps, he was tracking down the remnants of Draco's soul in search of an answer. Where ever he was, she missed him?

Increasing pain rose in Kara's side as she clutched her pregnant belly. It was time and Bowen was no where to be found. With all her strength, Kara rose and walked out into the glen. "Help!" she cried as Ethne, the village herbalist came running to her side. Not too far behind, a few other servants ran behind her. "Please, Ethne, get Bowen."


Bowen looked up at the night sky, his eyes frantically searching for Draco's star to shine bright. Kara had been in labor for hours, and as much as Bowen wanted to be in there with her he couldn't deal with her painful screams. One of the elders from their village was in there with her. If only Draco were here, he thought to himself. "Please," he whispered to the stars, "Keep her safe. No matter what it takes." A final heart-wrenching scream pierced Bowen's ears as he rushed into the room.

"Bowen, no." The woman spoke trying to hush him out of the room. Bowen's eyes filled with tears as Kara lied helpless on the bed, motionless. As Bowen pushed past the woman, Ethne, another woman from the village handed him a small bundle. He held the bundle up to his face and lifted the cloth.

She was beautiful, she had Kara's ageless and strong green eyes. Bowen was speechless, she was unlike anything he had ever seen. "Aenor." Bowen looked up to see Kara, her breath was shallow, "Her name is Aenor." Bowen nodded as he held her close. He reached out to Kara as she gave a weak smile. She gently turned her head and passed away. Bowen held Aenor as he weeped at the loss of his wife while outside, Draco's star burned bright.