"Aw, stop doing that! I'll tell your father!" the girl yelled.

"Yeah right," the boy shouted back, "Like I'm going to believe that. "

But he stopped nonetheless. They both looked at each other and when their eyes met, something stirred inside both of them. A recognition of something they could not define. It wasn't the first time it happened, and the girl was sure it wasn't the last.

Last week she had told her mentor. The answer she got was quite simple: "Wait and see, Isabelle. And in time it will be explained."

Her mentor… the Lady Aribeth. She was very proud of that. Lady Aribeth was the first to see who she really was, a fighter and a powerful sorceress. Lady Aribeth had sworn to Isabelle's father that the girl would be trained, to the fullest. She was the youngest of all of the students of the academy and the only one to be personally trained, by Lady Aribeth. Because of her relationship with Aribeth, she had soon met King Nasher and Nevalle. The young boy and girl liked each other from the very instant, but because Isabelle was a student she did have much time free. If she had time, she had spent it with Nevalle. (,though when she did have time free spent it with Nevalle.) use this instead of the sentence you have.

But now Neverwinter was covered in darkness. The plague had struck every family. No nobleman, no thief, no common man was spared from it. Isabelle had lost her father, Nevalle his mother. Both had searched comfort in each other and their friendship had grown much deeper. Lady Aribeth had watched it from a far and knew the destinies of the two children were entangled, without them knowing it. Whatever would happen in the future, those two were meant for each other.

She had spoken with Nevalle's father about it, but the man had made it very clear that a student of the academy wasn't good enough for his son and a bastard kid made it only worse. And yes, Isabelle was a mix bread between humans and elves, but it had only made her stronger not weaker. Even now, people spoke of the beauty the girl would once have. Yet, the only man who couldn't see it, was the only man who stood between Isabelle and her destination.

But for the moment, Lady Aribeth wasn't thinking about all of that. She was thinking of only one thing, revenge. Pure and just revenge! She had seen the truth of Neverwinter and she had turned her back at it. It was time to do what needs to be done! The paladin thought, while going through the street. There was just one final thing to do…

"Stop it, Nevalle! You'll never defeat me, I'll always be better!" Isabelle taunted the young lad.

While she was laughing, she ducked away and Nevalle missed again. They were training together again and as before Nevalle had lost. But before he could take his revenge, someone abruptly pulled him back, he glanced back and saw whom it was, and he quickly bowed and blushed.

"I'm sorry if I stood in your way, my lady." He stammered out hastily.

But Aribeth didn't give the boy a second glance. She went straight to Isabelle and pulled her away from Nevalle.

"We have to go Isabelle, grab your stuff. Everything you need, but as little as possible." She ordered the young girl to her horror.

"But…"

"Go! We need to go. It's an assignment of Lord Nasher's and its urgent." She commanded in an authorities tone with hard eyes.

That was enough to let the both of them know how important it was.

"Bye Nevalle! See you later!" Isabelle whispered softly.

"Yes, Isabelle, see you later!" Nevalle responded.

Lady Aribeth wanted to say something, but decided not too. They are children, and as such, they should be spared from the evil that was spreading over the whole land, she thought.

The boy watched upset when he saw how Isabelle moved away from him. Something deep inside him made it clear that was the last time he would her for a very long time. There was no reason for it. Lady Aribeth always fulfilled her tasks in precision and always returned quickly, but now something was different…

The betrayal of lady Aribeth had shocked the town and the hatred that the people had carried for her since then, filled the whole execution area. No one saw the little girl standing on the front road, saying nothing. Her eyes saw everything: dead hatred in everyone's eyes, the Nine who were trying to calm the people down, Lord Nasher, sitting on his throne deep in thought and eventually Lady Aribeth, standing firmly in the middle of the area.

No fear, showed in the lady's eyes, neither there was no anger, no hatred. It was a paladin that stood down there; a paladin who had accepted her fate, who had accepted death.

In less then a minute it was done, and Lady Aribeth was no more… The girl turned around and stood face to face with the man she hated the most, the one man, who was loved by the public, even more so now that he had captured Lady Aribeth, the so called traitor of Neverwinter. It was Nevalle's father.

"What is a young girl doing here? This is no place for you… I know you! You're that student...Isabelle ConDoin. You were a student of Lady Aribeth... you were with her…" the man uttered with a scowl.

"So?" the girl said, "I have as much reason to be here as you. Even more so, I think, since she was my mentor, not yours." She stood there unflinching from the accusation in his eyes.

"Your mentor, huh? She betrayed Neverwinter, is that what you learned from her?" the man sneered contemptuously at her.

"She did not betray Neverwinter! Neverwinter betrayed her!" the girl shouted.

That was a mistake. Everyone around them looked to see who had said that. Many of them had lost much by the plague and the war that had followed it.

But the girl was smart enough to know when it was time to take a run for it. Because she was little, she escaped rather easily.

"Let her go!" Lord Nasher ordered. "She's just a child. She has done nothing wrong." He defended the girl while soothing the mob.

Isabelle kept running and running and running. She had to survive. She was the only one who knew the truth about Lady Aribeth's betrayal. But there was no one who would believe her. She stopped to see where she should go, but heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw Nevalle's father approaching with a couple of guards behind him. Quickly she took the street to the right, but it was a dead end. She was trapped, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was unarmed, but she knew Nevalle's father wouldn't stop because of that. He wanted her death.

From the first moment, they had laid eyes on each other there was hatred between them. Lady Aribeth didn't like him either, but she had not hated him. She had thought Isabelle's hatred came from the fact that Nevalle's father stood between her and Nevalle. But that wasn't true. She had felt that the man hated her, hated everything she was, from her elfish blood to her strong and powerful magic. He knew how much his son cared about her, and he had decided to put a stop to that… by killing her. How the hell he had convinced Lord Nasher, was a mystery to her. She had looked up to the king. She found him a good king, although he was responsible for the death of Lady Aribeth's husband. But she felt, the king did not like ordering the execution of Lady Aribeth's husband it. Lady Aribeth, fueled with pain, had not seen this, but it would not have made any differences. Isabelle knew that Lady Aribeth's betrayal was more then just wanting revenge. Something had changed her mentor; something had made her see things differently. But what, only she knew.

The girl put a stop to her thoughts when she saw the men closing in on her. There was nothing she could do, she would die right here, and the truth would die with her. Because of some stupid father, who hated her for stupid reasons! Oh my dear Nevalle, I hope you'll get a chance to escape from your father's grip. But then a thought crawled into her mind. What if he knew of this? What if he had known that his father was going to end her life, but had decided that she wasn't worth rescuing…?

"No place to run now, girl. Just like your mentor, you will die," the lord whispered.

"I will not die. This is not my destiny… Lady Aribeth has told me of my destiny and it is with your son!" Isabelle shouted at him.

"You will stay away from Nevalle, mix bread. In death you won't be able to touch him." He sneered.

"You'll have to kill me first." she retorted bravely.

The lord laughed together with his knights.

"Oh come on, little girl. You are unarmed. You have nothing to defend yourself with…" he jeered.

" I have this.." Isabelle whispered, not caring if they heard me or not.

She whispered the spell and threw the fire ball straight to him. The lord was quick enough to step aside, but his guards were not. They were burned in an instant.

" You will pay for this! You are no better then Aribeth. You are both betrayers of Neverwinter." He snarled.

" The real betrayer stands for me, sir. Lady Aribeth had done nothing wrong!" the half elf growled.

The lord smiled devilishly. Quickly he grabbed her and pulled out his dagger. He put the dagger to her face and whispered:

"I have never understood what people saw in you, Isabelle. You're a bastard kid. You are ugly and I will make you even uglier…" he whispered evilly against my cheek, his vehement words making my blood boil in anger.

He cut her cheek, but she kicked him forcing him to let go. But the cut was still deep enough to form a scar. She wiped the blood away and stared up at the lord in front of her.

"You'll never catch me, Lord. And I will return once and I'll have my revenge." She vowed.

She ran passed him and didn't stop until she was through Neverwinter's gates. She looked around her and sighed. How was she going to survived all this? She took a deep breath and thought of Lady Aribeth's words.

"No matter where you are, remember your training and remember the strength you have inside. It will always help you out. And Tyr will help you, my child as he once helped me…"