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Bitter Sweet Love Prologue:

This is the story of Vanya, Aranel of elves. She was apparently very beautiful, or so she was told. As her name also meant beautiful. In fact she was the most beautiful she elf there ever was. But she was very self conscious and believed she was the most hideous creature of them all. And her beliefs only intensified when she found out who she believed her love was didn’t love her back.

He was one of the most handsome elf warriors, his name? Lairelandon, with his flowing brown hair and his beautiful blue eyes, how could she not like him. But alas, some things were not meant to be.

Or this is what she told herself every night before she went to sleep. Depression, angst, hate towards her own body, her personality, everything about herself. She even thought about killing herself. For if you are not with the one you love, what is the point of living?

But the suicide attempts are not what got to her, no. She fell deathly ill, from all of the stress she was going through. All and all, her broken heart was killing her, slowly but surely.

But even as she lay on her death bed, her friend, Melda, her governess stayed by her side. Even though Vanya was tired, and felt like giving up trying to fight the pain, Melda forced her to eat, and drink. All the while muttering encouragements to her. But no matter how bad it looked, Melda did not give up on her friend.

After all, they had been friends for years. Ever since that day a few years ago when her father Aran Calminaion, thought it was high time his daughter got her own governess, when she was 13 years old, one year younger than Melda. They became fast friends.

But time went on, and they grew up, to be the 17 and 18 year olds they are now. Melda was very fair, her brown and black hair only reached her shoulders, her blue eyes bright and full of joy. That is until Vanya became sick. She of course knew about the situation, one of few who knew why she was so sick. Her eyes, became dark, and dull with concern and worry for her friend.

Before, her friend Huoriel had tried to get Lairelandon and Vanya together, but it was of course no use. It was as if he was bewitched, Huoriel had tried to explain to Vanya ,but the princess shook her head. She knew better. She was far too plain to ever be wanted by another elf.

However the aranel should have listened to her friend, as the evil witch Saewen ,in the forest just outside the kingdom, had cast a spell over Lairelandon, making him fall in love with the witch, when he really loved Vanya.

Saewen knew who held Vanya’s heart and cast the spell, because she knew, in time Vanya would die. And since Aran Calminaion was dead and had no other heir, who would claim the thrown?

Well no one, until the people voted, and who better that the evil witch herself? Of course no one in their right minds would ever vote for the witch, but with Lairelandon’s influence under her control, who was to stop her?

Certainly not a dead Aranel.

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Elvish Translation:

Aranel: Princess.

Aran: King