AN: I was just reading "My Immortal" so I'll need some time to recover. At the moment, I'm too stupid to work on my serious fanfic, so here's some nonsense that even Stephenie Meyer couldn't pull off. Maybe it'll attract some attention to my perfectly normal account for the day when I actually post my serious fanfic.
Okay, I really want to say it. FANGZ 2 MAH GOFFIK BLUHD SISTA RAVEN 4 HELPING ME WIT DA SOTRY AND GIVING MY SWEATER BACK! U ROK! MCR ROX!
I feel dirty. You'd better appreciate this!
The time was right. The sun was setting, the planets were aligned, the sky was a perfect mix of rose, azure, and misery. Her passion was just true. She knew what she had to do.
"Please! You have to listen to me. He only wants to use you! He won't give you what you desire!" said the beautiful Taenory Ravenhunter to Drakath.
"And what do you know of desire, peasant?" Drakath said, glaring at the frail yet so very perfect frame.
"Enough to know that I am not a peasant!" Taenory said, striking a dramatic but still very graceful pose, "I am a princess!"
"It cannot be!" Drakath said, shocked and everything.
"It is!" She said, "I am the Crown Princess of Wajamafuji, and I order you to stop!"
Drakath knelt before her, smirking. "Of course! How could I be such a fool! Taenory, you have shown me the light. Will you marry me?"
Taenory smiled, and took his hand. "Of course I will."
AN: And thus, Taenory doomed herself, her kingdom, AND the rest of Lore. Remember, kids, don't marry your worst enemy!
...Maybe I shouldn't...
Nah. This changes nothing.