So this is my first time writing something besides Jak and Daxter fanfiction. So please review and let me know how I did!
Chapter 1
Since childhood, Isabella and Griven were almost inseperable. If they were not inside studying, they were outside playing in the grass. As they grew older, Isabella began to take an interest in healing magic. When she wasn't with Griven, she had her nose in a book. She was at the top of her class, and soared highly in aditional subjects.
Griven however did not strive in magic. He instead excelled in fighting. He tried to take interest in the subjects that Isabella would study. But his rage and anger was to great. It over powered him. Instead he would spend his time in the training ward with a practice dummy learning new weapon handleing skills.
When Isabella did not hide behind a book, she would be seen in the training yard watching Griven train. She would smile brightly at him as he would show off his strength and skill to impress her. As they rached adulthood, they began to grow even closer. They would be seen taking long walks holding hands, or stealing a kiss or two in an alley when they thought no eyes were present.
They had to hide their love. Even though both were dedicated members of the horde, love between a blood elf and a tauren was forbidden. But neither of them cared. They often talked of running away to elope, and start all over in a new place. A place where their race did not over rule love.
Isabella loved the idea imensly. She would pester Griven about a wedding. He would shrug it off and say what ever he could to pacify her. But she began to grow impatient. Something seemed different about her warrior. He was more hostile towards her. He would avoid her hand and kiss. The more she pestered him, the more he would stray.
"We will never work! I don't love you! This will never happen between us! Not now! Not ever!" those words of anger and betrayal would forever burn in Isabella's memories. Griven had spilled these vile words of hate upon her one summer evening. She had confronted him about his distant behavior. He had not spoken to her since.
Isabella had to watch from afar as Griven continued his training. She would watch from her window as his rage would build and build. She also had to painfully watch as the young female taurens began to take an interest in him. She began to engulf herself in her studies to try and block the outisde world from her sight.
She took a large interest in alchemy. She would create new elixers that were not even heard of. She had bottles upon shelves that littered her lab. All were her own special concoctions that she would create.
Men were of no interest to her. The one man that she desired had no love for her. The young male blood elfs that would put forth endless effort to court her would always face disappointment. But she would not be allowed to stay unmarried for much longer. Since Isabella would not choose a man herself, her father decided to assign her to one.
He picked a young paladin named Phaelan. He was very full of himself, and thought that every living creature was in love with him. No matter how hard she faught or cryed, nothing would change her father's mind.