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The Princess of Azeroth, a night elf, an abnormal night elf, she had all the classes in her, paladin, warrior, priest, etc. But there was a strange thing happening. There was a regular undead. He wanted this night elf. But the only way he could have her is if she died, and became undead. So he would have to do the terrible deed.
One day, Elizabeth, the night elf, was walking in the kingdom's garden. Alliance bowed to the sight of her brilliance, of curing the weak, and helping the strong with their troubles. She gave money to the poor. And she revived the dead, so they wouldn't turn against the alliance. Secretly, the undead was there, watching her every move, ready to strike.
That day, the kingdom was expecting a huge raid on an even bigger city, so only a few, weak guards, were in this kingdom. But for they didn't know, the raid was taking on in this kingdom, and soon it would become a huge horde city. As soon as the raid begun, when Elizabeth heard of it, she ran to the top room, where only she knew of.
Later on in the day, the raid continued and took over all but one alliance cities. The Princess still in her room watching as they terrorized her people. She couldn't bear to watch. She injected a sleeping medicine into her skin, so only when some one would wake her with holy water, she would awaken.

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Years after this fatal acident the alliance and horde still fought. They had no idea what had come to be of their princess. Now, the king, dead, he turned against the alliance. He was pure evil. He was the strongest. He was the boss of the biggest horde city.
Now the alliance in desperate need of their princess started to search. They went to every alliance city. They searched. Now they had to raid the huge city. They feared she was being held prisonar.
The raided. Silence. Heads rolled. Blood ran. Dead bodies lived. The huge city, now covered in blood. But one of the alliance members saw a room. He didn't know how to get up there.
He hid. His name was Alphonse. He was a coward as most said. But he promised himself. This would be the day he showed them, he was right. Al ran up to the tower and climed, holding onto where the cracks let him hold. Finally he got into the room. he saw Elizabeth, as he thought, dead. He went up to her. This was no Repuzel or Snow white, or any fairy tale. It was life.
Al found some of her water on the bench beside her on the floor. He tryed to put it in her mouth but it wouldn't open. He poured it on her. Elizabeth jumped up, gasping for air. al and her had no escape. So they waited.

fake story, real story's better, blah blah blah blah blah blah weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i'm gonna go on WoW now biggrin