Finally, I get the sequel of The Kidnapping of Light up and going! I'm so thrilled! You don't have to read the first story if you don't want too, it's just an option.

At the end, is an important author's note, please read!

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Back when time first began, two prophesies were set down by the three known as the Bennetts. One spoke of the light, which would temper the darkness and defeat the one of old.* The other spoke of a man of fire, scarred in more ways than one, who will face the one he replaced and only love will be his salvation.

Now not much is known of how prophesies are foretold, all is known, is the Bennetts control prophesies, or at least the distribution of prophesies. The only ones to know the true function of prophesies is the Oracle of Mystic Falls and the God of Prophesy, but that is a story for another time.

This story begins with the unveiling of the second prophesy. Now, some opposed this prophesy, well, only one did.

His name was unthinkable, and should not have been said in company: Silas.

The moment the Bennetts revealed the prophesy, Silas struck outward. For over hundreds of years, he had been the God of Fire, controlling much of Mystic Falls, only to share power with the Mikaelsons, who feared and loathed him. The youngest Mikaelsons, the children, were only told stories of the dark man, who rivaled Mikael's power, and, of course their own. The only thing that gave them hope was prophesy.

And all waited for the day the prophesy would come true.

And that day was filled with joy and sadness for the gods of Mystic Falls and for the people.

~XXX~

The Bennetts stood around a furnace at the center of the room, and stretched their arms outward to form a circle with their bodies. Their brown eyes were closed and their mouths moved in unison.

The fire sparked and crackled and the heat filled the room. As the fire blazed hotter and brighter, it began to form into an image, and not just any image, a face that all feared to see.

The eldest of the Bennetts opened her eyes, and gazed at the image. The face in the fire gazed back, and the eyes were cold despite being made of fire.

"Why have you summoned me?!" He demanded, coldly.

Ayanna stepped forward. "She is due, and the prophesy will begin." She stated, firmly.

"How dare you?!" He shouted, as the fire blazed hotter with his anger.

"You knew this day would come, when the woman conceived." She began, glaring into the fire. "One of her sons will be your replacement, and your reign will end." Ayanna stated, firmly.

He roared, causing the Bennetts to step back. "I will NOT relinquish my duties." He roared, harshly.

"You have no choice, Silas!" Ayanna shouted, straightening her back. "It is your end, and you must abide by the law."

"What law is prophesy?" He demanded, roughly.

"It's what we say, Silas. We were created by time and we tell prophesy and when they shall be fulfilled." She responded, strongly.

"You are nothing, but women, who try to control others' lives." He began, strongly. "You think you are above everyone and everything." He added, glaring at them through the fire.

"The balance must be kept, and you are destroying it." Ayanna remarked, taking one step closer with a hard set on her features.

"I am not finished with you, Bennett! Just you wait!" He shouted, the fire raging hotter than ever before disappearing.

"When is the birth?" Sheila asked, after a moment.

Ayanna inhaled sharply. "Now."

~XXX~

A scream filled a small shack on the edge of the woods in Mystic Falls. A young woman with sweat matted black hair and sea green eyes clutched the sheets beside her. She sat up and groaned as each push brought pain into her body.

"Calypso, you need to push." Esther replied, sitting in front of the woman's legs.

Calypso nodded, and pushed, throwing her head back with a loud scream.

"I can see the head!" Esther remarked with a smile.

Calypso smiled, and let out a small laugh, before letting out another groan.

"One more push."

Calypso inhaled sharply and released a pant as she pushed. She let out a scream as the child landed in the arms of her friend.

Esther smiled. "It's a boy." She replied, wrapping the small, crying infant in a small blanket, and severed the cord.

Calypso smiled and sat up. "Let me see him." She whispered, reaching for her son.

Esther passed the child to her friend, and smiled at the connection between mother and son. "What's his name?"

Calypso smiled. "His name is Damon, for he will tame the seas." She replied, tenderly, brushing his face with her fingers.

Esther smiled. "A good strong name."

Calypso nodded, and played with Damon's fingers. She tensed and quickly glanced at Esther. "The other one." She whispered, sitting up.

Esther nodded, and quickly grabbed Damon and placed him in his crib.

A loud crash was heard in the front room, and Esther glanced towards the doorway.

"Esther, what is it?" Calypso cried, as another contraction hit her.

"Someone's here." Esther whispered, glancing at her friend.

"Silas." Calypso whispered, in fear, her face drained of color. "Take Damon and go." She stated, trying to stand.

Esther shook her head. "I'm not leaving you, not like this." She stated, stepping towards her friend.

"Go, Esther!" Calypso cried, pushing her away with what little strength she had left. "Protect my son!" She cried, glancing at Damon in the crib.

Esther opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't. She knew her friend was speaking the truth, but she hated leaving her. Turning quickly, she gathered Damon in her arms, and disappeared just as the door to the room crashed to the floor. Calypso clutched her stomach as a tall cloaked figure entered the room.

"Where is the other?" Silas demanded, looking around.

Calypso straightened, as far as she could. "Dead."

Silas sneered. "Forgive me, Calypso, but I don't believe you." He replied, stepping closer to look at her.

"Believe what you want, but you will never find him or take this one." She stated, clutching her stomach as another contraction hit her.

He smiled, and leaned forward. "I have no intention of taking your child. No, on the contrary, I'm here to kill him, with that which he would have controlled: fire!" He shouted in satisfaction, as he stretched out his hand, and fire blazed in the room.

Calypso glared at him. "You can't kill an innocent child!" She screamed, clutching her stomach.

He scoffed. "Watch me." He replied, stepping back from her. "You shall burn from the inside out, and your child will burn in your womb." He continued, watching her eyes widen. "You will die together, and I will find the other, Calypso, and I will him that I promise you. With both your sons dead, no one will take my powers away." He added, turning on his heel, and disappeared in the flames.

Calypso coughed as the fire began to pick up around her, and she covered her mouth with her left hand. She placed her right over her stomach, and groaned as the child moved within her. She moved around the room, trying to find a weakness within the flames. The child moved once more, and she moaned. "Be still, little one." She whispered, coughing through the smoke.

She lifted her right hand, and water from her fingers sprouted out to dose the fire, making way for her to escape. She moved only a little at a time for the contractions were hitting her worse, and smoke was resting in her lungs.

"We have to make it outside." She cried, moving a few more feet. She felt the embers from the fire grow within her, and she shook her head. Silas would not win.

She made it to the door, and used her remaining strength to push it open. She only made it a few feet when she fell to her knees. Her baby was coming, and she didn't think she had enough strength to deliver her child.

She moaned, and coughed as she stared up at the blue sky. Her child had to be born. He had to be.

"The baby must be taken out, Calypso."

She lowered her gaze, and nodded at the three women standing before her with concern on their faces. "Do it, Ayanna." She whispered, sadly. "Quickly."

"Lie down, Calypso." Ayanna instructed, and the two others proceeded to help her down on the ground.

Calypso moaned as Ayanna began to move over her stomach with a small dagger. She let the tears fall down her face as her child was cut from her womb, and the cry from the newborn was heard.

Ayanna sighed, closing Calypso's stomach, as Sheila handed the little infant to his mother. Calypso smiled at her newborn son, and touched his burned face down his left side, where Silas' damage had been done.

"He's perfect." She whispered, softly, gazing at her son.

"What have you named him?" Emily asked, softly, knowing the woman's end was coming.

Calypso gasped as the fire within her burned. "Stefan, for he will one day rule over fire." She whispered, proudly, yet faintly. "Never let him forget." She added, softly.

"We won't." Sheila promised, watching the young mother kiss her son's forehead gently before giving out one final sigh.

Ayanna closed her eyes, and took the small child from his now dead mother. The three women watched as Calypso's body began to burn, until it was nothing more than ashes.

They bowed their head, and said a solemn prayer to the Lord of the Underworld to bless the young woman in the afterlife.

A light flashed, and they gaze up to see Esther with a worried look on her face.

"Calypso…" She began, looking at the pile of ashes, and then at the house. "Oh, no." She cried, closing her eyes.

Ayanna and the others approached the Queen, and held out Stefan. "She named him Stefan." Ayanna whispered, handing Esther the child.

Esther closed her eyes once more, and the tears fell from them. "She died saving him." She whispered, knowing the truth.

The three nodded.

Esther shook her head. "That man will pay for what he has done." She vowed, touching the babe's face.

Sheila nodded, and stepped forward. "The child will be the one to take revenge on his mother, but he will need help when the time comes." She replied, softly.

Esther tilted her head. "What help?"

The three smiled in unison, and opened their mouths. "Love."

~XXX~

Years later, as little Stefan reached the age of eighteen, Silas' reign came to an end.

The Bennetts, in a secret ceremony, transferred the powers and the realm of Silas to Stefan. Though Stefan knew of the prophesy, he loathed it. To Stefan, the prophesy killed his mother, and though he and his brother knew that Silas killed her, he knew that it was the prophesy which started it all.

As Stefan took up Silas' mantle, Silas began to drift into darkness. It was not oblivion, as some would call it, but it was a place for him to sit and wait for the opportunity to reclaim what was his. For he knew of the rest of the prophesy, and he would do whatever it took to deny the one who took his power the satisfaction of love.

And to Stefan, it seemed impossible. For who would ever love a man, disfigured by fire, and lived alone.

Who would?

* This prophesy was explained in the first story, Kidnapping of Light, a story about Hades and Persephone with a Klaus and Caroline twist. Again, you don't have to read!

PLEASE NO HARSH COMMENTS!

Okay, when I started planning this story out, I realized that Klaus and Caroline's story needed to be wrapped up. If you remember from the previous story, they were to have a little babe. So, I've decided to upload their story as a short piece with only five chapters or one long one-shot. I haven't decided which, as of yet. I hope you approve. I'll let you know when it will be up, so don't worry.

Also, for those reading my other stories, I will be updating most of them this weekend, and wrapping up at least one. I plan on updating every story every week or weekend, since college has been taking up most of my time, writing will take a little longer than usual. I hope you will be patient with me. :)

Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

Until Next Time...