AN: Hello! I've returned, with another AU too. I'm pretty excited about this story and I've got to say, it's going to be a long journey, so please enjoy it! I also wanted to give a big big thanks to coffeeheidi for her amazing beta skills! She makes everything readable and cleans up all my sloppy mistakes. So thank you!

Full Summary: A pound of friendship, a little mystery, a pinch drama, a dash of adventure, a tablespoon of twists, a cup of conflict, and a dollop of romance, mix well, and you have THE HEIRS TO THE THRONE … A story of two boys, who grow as people, as friends and who have to come into their own, apart and together, to save their friendship and kingdom. A Klaine Prince story.

Prologue: Blood Waters the Ground

A flash of light in the world gone dark.

A name was torn from a throat. "Blaine!"

A response was choked in fear. "Kurt."

There was a battle.

And there were swords.

And magic.

And monsters.

Men do not always live to see the end of battles.

Let alone reap the rewards of their blood spilt on the battlefields.

Kurt was on one side of the war.

Blaine was on the other.

Between them was time, misunderstandings, fears, hopes, but most importantly were the monsters themselves.

Not all will survive the battle. Not all will come through unscathed.

Blood is shed. Death is present, scythe and all.

Will our princes survive?

"Blaine!" Kurt screamed, a flash of lightening illuminating the field for a single second. In that moment, Kurt saw Blaine, perfect, smiling, beautiful, his Blaine, stabbed through his chest plate.

The boy looked down in shock, hand coming up around the blade as he stumbled backwards, knees giving out before landing hard on the earth's soil. He heard the exclamation, felt the power in his name, like it had been torn from Kurt's throat. "Kurt," he breathed.

In a second, Kurt was across the grassy plane, feet swift as wind, breezing through the chaotic warzone. Blood spilled from the wound, staining the chain mail and metal plating. Things that were suppose to protect him, they were suppose to protect him, Kurt screamed in his mind. Kurt dropped to his knees, hands flying to the wound, eyes wide and scared. Blaine's eyes on the other hand, stayed fixated on Kurt's face as he hurriedly thought of what to do, trying not to panic.

"Hello," Blaine choked out, breathless.

Kurt finally looked away from the sword and locked eyes with Blaine, who wore a stupid little smile. And who could be smiling at a time like this, Kurt mentally yelled.

"It's been so long," Blaine continued, talking through a thick throat. "Felt like an eternity without you,"

Kurt's bottom lip wobbled without his consent and he blinked in rapid succession. He clutched at Blaine's hand, his other hand stroking the famous curls. "Much too long," Kurt whispered. "I'm sorry," he tried not to cry.

Blaine shook his head weakly, "No, no. Don't apologize. You had, have a duty. Just like me..." He sucked in a breath, air rattling in his chest. "Our fates eventually had to diverge right? It couldn't be Blaine and Kurt forever, right?" He smiled once more, a pained smile.

A tear slipped from Kurt's eye and he bowed his head for a heartbeat. As he raised his head, he seemed to suddenly take in strength and determination. "No, I am not letting you die. Our paths are not diverging one moment longer. I'm going to make sure it's Blaine and Kurt forever."

Now he just had to figure out how to save Blaine. He could do it... Right?

AN: Welp, that was the prologue, the first chapter will be much, much longer and will be up shortly. I just wanted to test the waters with a prologue of what's to come in the far future. Hope you enjoyed it!