Author's Note: This story came out of an inspiration. This is called Izzac and Renia after the old Shakesphere play Romeo and Juliet. It's different in many ways, it has a happy ending, although I won't say how it ends til the ending, but the thing is that these two lovers are star-crossed. Izzac is a human warrior of the Alliance and Renia is a blood elf rogue of the Horde, so they shouldn't be together. And to make matters worse, Izzac's guild, The Imperial Knighthood, is planning to kill her so that Izzac will not grow too soft around the Horde. But as the rogue shows Izzac her world, he sees that the Horde are not the evil ones, but the humans themselves. I am not the first person to make an AllianceXHorde pairing and I certainly won't be the last, I know. This story is made-up, though some of the things did happen in it, but most of it is fiction from my mind.

Disclaimer: I own Izzac on WoW, but I do not own many of the characters you are going to see in this story. I also don't own The Imperial Knighthood. And we all know I don't own WoW... at least, not until I became manager of Blizzar... J/K

Chapter 1: The First Meeting

"Attention! Eastvale Logging Camp is under attack!"

As the human warrior heard this, he groaned. He was on his way to Westfall to do some quests, but now he had to see what was up. It was part of his guild's protocol. Whenever the Alliance was in trouble, The Imperial Knighthood would come to its aid. He sighed and pulled out a communicator that was for guilds and guild members. "Eastvale Logging Camp is under attack," he said.

"I know, I'm on my way there now." The voice was of a higher up officer then the warrior himself. The voice was of the Paladin called Prophett. The warrior groaned as he began to run over there, but the groan ceased when a new voice joined them. It was the voice of someone the warrior knew very well after a group of six Horde warriors attacked Goldshire and he aided him in the battle when guildless. The voice of the Lord Knight of The Imperial Knighthood, Solmanic.

"Good work men. Izzac, I want you to scout the area out and see if you can tell Prophett how strong our enemy is," Solmanic said. The warrior, Izzac, nodded. He obeyed Solmanic without question, though his greatest friend was Sraryu. It was Sraryu who invited Izzac into The Imperial Knighthood after the incident in Cathedral Square.

"Rping sucks," Toilet, the level 1 warlock, said as he danced naked in front of the entier guild with two others. Izzac growled. What the hell were they doing? They would ruin everything. And his prediction came true at that moment.

"This dissapoints me. It is a sad sight to see such men in the Alliance. Knights, we move on. For those who wish to join us, there will be other times," Solmanic said and then The Imperial Knighthood disbanded.

Izzac was crushed. Ever since a knight saved him from his abusive parents and took him away to Northshire Abey, raised him there, took care of him, trained him in the arts of a warrior, he had always wanted to be a knight. And now... that warlock... that bastard warlock Toilet had ruined everything. Upset and enraged, Izzac walked out of Cathedral Square, past the Canals, out Trade District, and away from the city of Stormwind. Outside, he saw the members of The Imperial Knighthood harassing Toilet.

"How dare you dishonor our leader?!" the knight known as Scippio exclaimed and then slashed Toilet across the face with his mighty axe. Toilet fell, but he was not dead. He picked himself up.

"What a bunch of fags, picking on a noob like me. I'll report you all," Toilet said, then went to run, but Izzac was in the way. Izzac slashed Toilet back down to the ground. Toilet stood up and saw Izzac there, standing angrilly.

"You... You ruined everything... I'LL KILL YOU!" Izzac yelled and went to stab into Toilet when Scippio stopped him. Izzac struggled, but he was too weak compared to Scippio. Eventually he stopped. Toilet laughed.

"You... kill me? Ha!" He then ran away. Izzac growled once Scippio let him go and just walked towards Goldshire. He still walked, even when it began to rain. He walked into the inn and sat down. He didn't even see Milienna, one of the recruiets who got in before Solmanic got annoyed and disbanded the meeting. He scowled, but said nothing. Scippio came in and they began a talk. Izzac said not much of anything til Milienna said a line Izzac agreed with.

"That Toilet was such a jerk."

"Agreed," Izzac said. Milienna and Scippio continued talking. Milienna bowed and Scippio said something about no bowing and kneeling unless special situations, but saluting. She nodded and saluted Scippio. Izzac scowled again. Scippio saw him and when Milienna left, he sat down.

"Is there something you want to talk about?" Scippio asked.

"Not really," Izzac said. "I was hoping to join your guild. Then that fag Toilet ruined it. I'm a heavy RPer and I've always dreamed of becoming a knight after a knight saved my from slavery."

"Slavery?" Scippio asked.

"I was a pet. I did labor and sometimes I was..." Izzac fought back the tears. Scippio nodded, understanding. "It lasted a long time, but a knight saved me. I had a father from then on and I was trained to be a warrior. He went to war and died, so I want to carry on his legacy. Now... I fear I may never be able to."

Scippio sighed, then spoke. "Go talk to Sraryu upstairs." Izzac nodded, then saluted. Scippio saluted back and went upstairs. He saw a human in green armor. The man smiled softly.

"Scippio sent you up here?" he asked.

"Yes... Are you Sraryu?" he asked.

"That I am," Sraryu responded and Izzac was suddenly invited. Heart beating, mind screaming with triumph, he accepted.

It had been a long time since that day, but Izzac tried to take his job as a Knight of The Alliance seriously. Though sometimes they all had their moments and Izzac with with them on that note. As he reached Eastvale Logging Camp, he saw the enemy. A blood elf. Izzac knew she was strong. He didn't know how strong though, she just came up with a skull for him.

"Skull for me guys. Sorry," he said to the guild. He then tried to sneak out, but a rouge he was not. She saw him and then grinned. He put his communicator down, then he said, "Lord, please take my soul." What she did next, however, was wave at him, which made him stare awkwardly.

For a blood elf, she was very pretty. She had blonde hair that was tied up into a ponytail. She wore brown leather armor on each part of her body. She wore a red headband as well. Izzac blushed a little, seeing how attractive she looked, but he knew he was supposed to hate her and try to kill her for attacking the logging camp. While The Imperial Knighthood wanted to end the war, they killed any members of the Horde that attacked their cities. Though Izzac also knew that if he tried to attack, she would kill him. He could just come back, he knew, but it was always annoying.

Suddenly she died. Prophett was there. He grinned. "Haha, she wasn't that strong," he said.

"She looked very strong to me. It told me she was a skull," Izzac said.

"She was only a 24," Prophett said, then a voice came out.

"WHY?!" A male night elf ran out. Izzac and Prophett looked confused. The night elf cried over the blood elf's body, then asked again. "Why?!"

"She was attacking our people. She deserved to die... I'm going to go see if she respawns somewhere else so I can kill again," Prophett told Izzac and rode off. Izzac nodded. But then, when the body dissapeared, she reappeared.

"Oh my god," Izzac said as the night elf and the blood elf started talking to each other in some unknown language, Orcish probably, and he wanted to know what the Hell was going on?

End of Chapter 1

It's not my best chapter, but I'll try to make it better. For now, review. And please do not flame. Criticize, yes. Flame... I don't want to be called a fag myself, thank you very much.