Book 2- The Forbidden Romance

By- Eamene, and BloodChampange

It had been 3 years since the death of the loved one Bregolien. Even though he was cremated his body kept popping up in her mind at the most bizzare times. First it was in the study when she was researching about the elven clans. She had planned to find them out and joined her people that she belonged with. For the first time in her life though, she regretted the elves being so secret because she could find very scarce information. When she was looking up the word Silwarmen in the elven dictionary when she cut her finger on a page.

"Ouch, stupid page." She glanced down at her finger and saw that the blood was green. Fasinated she looked down at the dictionary and saw that a droplet of blood land of the word Bregolien which was the base word for forbidden. Her interest got the best of her and she press her wound to the word.

" Love? Love what is love supposed to mean? By simpling press her cut against the page a word had showed up.

"Ahhhhh!" All of a sudden the finger she pressed up against the page began burning. Full of panic Terra backed up and fell out of her chair. She bumped her head on the bookshelf and everything went black.

"Doctor is she going to be alright?"

" Well Sir. Tristen she bumped her head on the bookcase pretty hard and oddly one of her fingers is burnt, but other than that I don't see any reason why she shouldn't be able to live."

" That's a relief. Tell no one of our meeting."

" Yes sir."

Tristen? Didn't Tristen not care about her. Tristen never liked her. Tristen tried to kill her. How could he be so...so-wait no! Tristen was a human! Humans can never be trusted! But why did he care?

"Hmmm." The princess awoke to find herself ina king sized bed in the Infirmary. The window was open with delicate rays of sunshine coming through. She looked to the side to see a stunning beautiful white vase with dead flowers in it. She heard footsteps coming toward her room and quickly closed her eyes, prentending she was asleep.

"Doctor I don't pay you to set her in bed and hope she gets better."

"Sir. Tristen I don't know what else to do. She should have been awake days ago."

"That isn't a good enough answer." They walked through the door and his eyes rested on Terra still "sleeping" in bed.

"See this is problem if she was supposed to be up days ago." He let out an exsperated sigh and shook his hand at the doctor.

"Your dismissed, permantly." The doctor left silently muttering to herself that she didn't do anything wrong.

"What have I done wrong?" Tristen pulled up the nearest seat to her bed and rested his bed on the foot of her bed.

That was when she was first suspecting herself to fall in love with the prince. At first she tried to stop herself by avioding him in the castle and eating at different times. She told herself so many times that she didn't like him that eventually she believed it. She recalled another event that made her see the ghost of her beloved one.

It all started when she was in her combat room. Just for her the King had lent her one huge room in the castle to battle dummies and pratice magic in. Of course she took that plain room and made it into a fine combat area. She was just in there shaping a great oak tree when another flashback caught her offguard. She saw the old camp where Bregolien and the river that she had bathed in. Snapping out of her vision she wondered what it meant. Stumped she decided to go to the libray where even more troubled happened.

The most exciting part of an elf staying at the humans castle is...well...nothing. Terra had to endure the politics meetings, the proper dress where, the servants everywhere, and most of all the rudeness she was recieving. The lifestyle that she was used to was gone, so very differently from how she was living now. There wasn't any servants, for elves were all equal. There definalty wasn't any meeting because the elves stayed out of war as much as they could. As much as Terra tried she just couldn't get over how the humans lived like this.