Chapter One:

Goodbye

Bolivia was waiting outside of the Northern temple. She was gripping the handle of her sword. She was becoming more nerves and more impatient every minute. She slid down the wall sighing. Then ran her fingers throw her short, spiky, black hair.

Then she looked down at her stomach. The thought of him leaving made her want to cry. Then laid her head agents the wall, letting out another sigh while trying to hold back tears. She felt frustrated, confused, scared, worried, and mad. She didn't know what she felt. All she knew was when he got there.

"Where are you Gronindof!" she whispered to herself.

She knew he'd be late Gronindof was always late, but always in good reason. Gronindof was the middle child of the king of Jupinson. He had traveled to the Elf kingdom Cúthalion, home to the North Tower.

He was there to be at the treaty of Man, and Elf, to stop the war between both races. Gronindof's older brother Xander became king after the death of their father. Their father was a racist to anything that wasn't human. All three brothers were not fawn of his views. Infect they all made a packed that if one of them are king, they would make peace and not war.

Then finally he came. She hid playfully. She saw his brushy chin, and long brown hair. She waited for him to come closer. He walked slowly forward, whispering her name.

"Bolivia!"

Then she jumped from the door way, to his arms. They kissed. The only sound that was made was from the waterfall. Then as they released from each other, there was a moment of silent, a happy silent.

She was relieved to see him. She couldn't stop smiling, same as him.

"Usstan lle'warinil dos ussta ssinssrigg" said Bolivia as she laid her head agents his brown leather vest.

"My love, I cannot speak Elf" he replied with a chuckle.

"Sorry."

Then she lifted her head, and became serious. Gronindof seen the look on her face, and knew something was up. "What is it?" he said in a worried voice. "What's wrong?

Then she looked down and replied "I have to tell you something…"

Gronindof heart stopped. He was scared of what the next words to come. He had fallen in love before. His first love had gotten pregnant, had given birth, and then died. It barely killed him. For the first three mounts of his son's life, he could not lay an eye on him. Not unless braking into tears.

He did not think of fallen in love again, especially with an Elf warrior. He met her on the first day they got to Cúthalion. He seen a strong, independent woman, she was stubborn, and did not care that much about humans at all. But Gronindof… Gronindof was different. She had seen a good moral man. At first site they had fallen.

Then he lifted her head up by her chin. The he looked into her eyes and asked "What?"

She gave an incessant look. Like a scared, valuable child. Then she let out "I'm…pregnant."

Gronindof eyes let up like two stars exploding. He smiled then kissed her. She was surprised of his reaction. If he was scared, mad, or anything bad…she wouldn't know what to; if she knew what to do either way.

"What should we do?" she asked "Not only would are child be mixed, both human and elf. It wonted be accepted in the world. As well as are love!"

Gronindof stopped her. He saw her about to break into tears.

"All will be well." He said to confer her.

Then Victor ran up to them. He was out of breath. He was wearing the same old gold chest plat, with a rusted red phoenix on it. His hair was in a pony tail. That was the first sign that there was something wrong. He usually let down his long, dirty blond to hide his scare. He got it when he fought a dragon.

"What's wrong?" said Gronindof.

"Are brother, he's dead."

The happiness left like a flash. Gronindof, stunned, falls strait to his knees. Bolivia grips the handle of her sword angrily.

"Gi ussta Yah!" said Bolivia "How!"

"Witches, they threaten to take action if not the right to practice their religion." said Victor.

The death of Gronindof's brother, the king, made him next to the throne, but he had to leave his beloved Bolivia. They'd write to each other in secretive. As Bolivia grown more pregnant, Gronindof was in a war, man versus magic.

He'd miss her while on the quest to revenge his brother. To find the three witches who killed him. A year had past. Gronindof, waiting for Bolivia's letters, grown more impatient. The Elves were in a war with a new more evil creacher the world had never seen before, vampires.

After the war had ended, the king of the Elves, Mahtan, had been a good friend to him and Bolivia. He'd found out about their love, and about her child. He gave Gronindof his son he'd never meet before. Then learned of how died on the battlefield, and her last request was for her son to be with his father.

At first he didn't want his son, just as he felt with his first son, Alaric. As he laid eyes upon his son. He seen he had the same eyes of his mother. Seen what he seen getting off the boat. He saw Bolivia.

Then Alaric, and the age of 3 came in the door. He lived in the palace his whole life. Never once had he left the walls of the kingdom. He walked up to his father. He saw his father holding a baby.

"Alaric come look" Said Gronindof. "Come see your new baby brother."

"What's his name? Alaric said with a questionable voice.

Alaric was not a stupid child. He knew babies don't come from know where, but if father told him that little baby was his brother, then that was his brother.

Gronindof smiled at Alaric and then replied "Alexander."