[WOW][Story] Elzbeth and Earina

when can we read more ? i loved this...it kinda felt like pridfe and prejudice and i absolutely love that movie so pls wendy...moooore

Oooh this is a super nice compliment : Pride and Prejudice is one of my favourite book !
If you enjoyed it, I suggest you to read others books from Jane Austen !!
I'll write more, but I was waiting for my twinstar to do his part before continue Elzbeth diary, but I think I'll continue anyway

Elzbeth Diary : page 3


Dear diary,

Erin and I finally found a moment left alone to speak together, without a maid to spy us, our governess yelling after us to make us study, or our mother admonishing us. It was in the middle of the night. I could not sleep anyway, and the wall of my room seemed to be too tight. I felt enclosed. I opened my window, and carefully went out, walking on ledge of the roof. I found my dear sister still awakens. She was as worried as I was. I’ll always remember her pale figure in the moon light, sitting on the edge of her bed, the eyes lost in depth thoughts. I knocked slowly at the window. She rise up immediately to open it and welcome me in her room.

- Why didn’t you went by the hall! You could have fallen!

Erin has always been more reasonable than I.

- I didn’t wanted to be surprised by a servant. I answered. But the truth is that I found more fun to escape my room by the roof. Erin know me as herself and she simply smiled at my answer.

- It’s you who will get married she said with her voice slightly trembling.

- Me ? But why, me !

- You are more beautiful, more gracefull, more…

I interrupted her with passion.

- But this is ridiculous! We are exactly alike. The boy would have better to marry both of us if he want one of us!

We laughed a bit at the idea of a man with one bride at each arm, in front of the altar in the Cathedral and all the people gathered whispering in indignation.

- A boy…You are so innocent, dear Elizabeth! Do you really think that our father would let us marry a boy? He must have arranged something with one of his widowed friend. War has killed so many of our kind, and before that, Scourge had left humans Kingdoms with tears and desolation… I know some of his acquaintances who would pay a fortune to find a young wife.

- But…Erin…This is terrible!

The perspective of marrying an old man increased my terror of this arrangement.

- We can not let this happen!

- I very much agree with you!

- What …what can we do. Shall we run away? Shall we scare ourselves to disgust the friend of our dad? Or maybe …we will need to poison his dinner. Or create a scandal…

I was out of ideas. None of them sound good. None of them seemed doable.

- No, my dear sister. I’ve made another plan while you were crying in your room. I’ve think a lot, and I’ve one solution which can save us from this faith.

It’s that very moment when she was about to tell me her plan, that we heard the wooden floor creak in the silence of the night. The steps were heavy, we recognised the old fat lady which serve us as teacher and who were certainly supervising if both of us were sleeping correctly in our respective beds.

- Hurry up, Elzbeth dear! Go fast in your bed before she saw us together in the middle of the night! I’ll tell you more by tomorrow, I promise!

In a sudden, almost panic – our governess is extremely strict, and we hate her with as much ardour that she have to punish us – I stand up and went to the door to regain my room.

- Not by the hall, you fool! You want be catch up?

And my beloved sister pushed me to the window. What I’d do without her? I can’t imagine a happy life without her. She is my other self, the half of my soul. Without her, I’m uncompleted and lost. We can not let this wedding happen. I’ll be death rather than married! She will be death rather than married!

Elzbeth Diary : page 4 and 5



Dear diary,

So many things happened since the last time I wrote! I don’t know how to start! My head is so confused! My heart is so divided between different emotions! I want to cry together yell my anger! This is just so unfair…

So, everything started by a morning, my sister and I were caught with our mother for a walk on Stormwind harbour. It was difficult to discuss together, as both our mother and our governess were walking with us, and were continuously speaking to us. It seemed that they were careful to prevent us being alone. We only could address each other some understanding glances. And then, as we were passing by the Royal Ships, our mother started to mention with a played nostalgia about her first meeting with our father, and how her life changed marvellously when she had to marry him, that she had always wished to be the wife of a good man, and that her parents had chosen for her the best husband in the world. It was so obvious that she was showing us how a wedding was the best option for a young lady to prepare ourselves for the arrangement they were making in our back. And our governess was only agreeing with every words of our mother. Erin and I were boiling of anger. It was really hard to control those feeling, and my hands grasped her hand with such strength that it was all blue at the end of the promenade. About a moment, I just was unable to keep my tong, and I had to say what I though. It was not very smart, I confess. My sister reproached me later, with her usual kindness, my lack of judgement.

- If I was to marry one day, what I hope would happen the latest possible; I’d only ask one condition to the marriage: that my sister and I remain together. I could never marry anyone who would not accept this. Did I say with assurance, trying to hide my anger as much as possible.

- My dear daughter, what man on earth would accept this condition! This is really extravagant!

- A man of good sense would. It’s only in his own benefice to have two wives instead of only one. Two ladies to take care of his house, to give him his lineage and…

Then my sister pinched me, as to prevent me to go any further. Our governess watched over me with a furious glance. Our mother stopped her steps. I had said something wrong. Something stupid. Once more.

- Keep your tong, young miss! You have no idea of what infamy you are saying!

- This is heresy, added our governess We will discuss about this along your today lesson!

Then she take my mother appart and whispered her, a little bit worried. I’m even not sure that she really tried to not be heard by us, as it was really easy to understand each words of her talk Maybe she just wanted to offend me.

- I really don’t know how she got such ideas, I assure you that I supervise with care and attention every reading and acquaintance she could have. I’ve always knew she didn’t had the intelligence of Miss Erin, but this is really beyond my understanding. Be assured I’d do all I can to rectify her mind before it’s too late.

- Do not worry, Miss Jefferson, I know it’s not your fault, and that you are giving the best education to my daughters.

They were continuing to walk further and soon they were out of reach for us to understand anything. During the few second we had been left alone, Erin whispered me between her teeth.

- Your foolishness has reduced my plans to nothing. Come tonight in my room if we have no others chance to speak together. I really need to explain you things.

I really felt bad. I was so depressed that I considered the shinning water of the sea with envy. Maybe I just should disappear…It would make things easier. No more wedding, no more pain. And maybe then everyone in my family would miss me and notice that I was not so bad finally. But it will be too late for them. And they will have only regret about their words. I’d hear them from the other world cry on my grave and apologies. And this would be a good satisfaction for me.
Erin must have understood what was happening in my heart, because she smiled to me and kissed me. And then, all my sorrow disappeared.

But we didn’t had been lonely long enough to add anything else. Our mother called us, and we had to hurry our steps to join her quickly. Along the ramparts, we saw a man with a young man and a well dressed young miss. I recognised Mister Duncan and his son who was present at our birthday party.

- Here is a collaborator of your dad. Make me proud of you, daughters, and give the best image of yourselves!

She seemed so enthusiast with this accidental meeting that it was suspicious. Erin and I glanced at each other. I was decided to hold my tong, as I was saying foolishness anyway. I’d be respectful and polite, but not entertaining and amusing as I‘ve the use to be. No way that I’d present myself in anyway that could encourage the collaborator of our father to marry one of us!

My hand is hurting, and my candle is almost dead. I’ll stop for today, and continue tomorrow. I’ve so many things left to write! This whole story give me nausea! I hope I’ll succeed to sleep this night, I really start to feel the tiredom and the lack of sleep.

I really enjoy reading these Wendy =D

mhhm so do i..they are great and i can rly see elizabeth and earina before my eyes. its like reading a rly good jane austen book ^^

More story!

Thanks a lot for your compliments. Next part will be written when I've time. But I got +- the full story in my head ! :p

Elzbeth diary : page 6
*The writing is more nervous and the ink had melt on some spot, probably tears.*

I still can’t sleep. I don’t know what time it is now. The whole house is asleep, it’s in the same time a little bit scarifying and peaceful. I’m restless, can’t stay quiet in my bed. Those dreams are invading me with too much strength, letting me feel despair and pain through my whole body, and still I can’t remember anything. My head is covered by sweet, my nightdress stick to my skin. And then, I feel the Light. I should be reassured by the Light, but in fact, I’m not. It’s too powerful. I’m overwhelmed, and this scares me even more than darkness. I need to write. Write help me… I need to think about something else.

We have always wanted to be a priestess. To walk softly in the Stormwind Cathedral Square, wearing an elegant dress and a beautiful staff, like our aunt Emily. I’d give blessing to peasants, and I’d heal the wounded while Erin would study more powerful spells.
I’ve also dreamt to travel to the capital of the Night elves country. Their priestesses praise the Goddess of Moon, and are so beautiful that I’m almost jealous. I’d go there, being initiated to their ritual, and become one of them along a very romantic ceremony. I’d wear a dress made of flowers and leaves. Then, while I’d be patrolling in the woods, with the Sentinels, I’d discover a very handsome warrior with long blue hair. I’d heal him during days and nights and he would fall in love with me.

I still feel the Light. Why is it invading me now? What have I done? Do I need to suffer more than what I’ve already suffered? I can’t even get comforted by Erin. She always comforted me, when I made a nightmare or when I felt bad.
This awful Mrs Jefferson always says that I’m too stupid to become a priestess; that I‘m unable to focus on books and to let my mind disciplined enough. Erin is more talented than me. She is memorising everything she reads, and she had always been found of studying while me I’d have preferred run in the garden than staying inside listening to lessons. But Erin told me that me, I didn’t need to study to channel the Light, that I had a natural gift and that I was lucky. That in one way, I was more talented than her who needed hard focus to perform as much heal as I did without even thinking about it.
But this gift come together with a curse. And often during the night, when I’m dreaming nightmares, the Light invaded me as to rescue me from the shadows. However, instead of feeling better, I feel powerless and weak, defenceless against whatever is invading me.

Write about this make me forget those weird sensation. I feel more myself. I need to continue. I can not see Erin anymore. My heart is broken. All of this because of my foolishness! I hate myself for this. If I had kept my tong in my mouth, nothing of this would have happened!

I love this story!

agree with margrét its absolutely fantastic

A letter

My dear friend,

Some weeks ago, I’ve told you to not hurry our arrangement. If you remember well, I’ve told you that evening that my daughters had never been separated since their first day. They are twin and have that particular relation which goes beyond understanding. My dear wife and myself have tried our best to prepare them to the obvious separation. I can not tell you that they are ready yet, but unfortunately with the events we can fear comming soon, we have no time to waste. They are old enough, it’s time for them to become women.
I’ve notice along the last dinner we shared together that Elizabeth seemed to appreciate your children and considered them already as her friends. Maybe you should push Peter to take his decision. Know that he has my blessing, and I allow him to be more enterprising. They are welcome at any hours of the day or the night in my house.

May the Light protect you,

Your devoted friend,

Willdem Sommerfeld




Elzbeth diary : page 11

Dear Diary,

How the days can changes so much! I had been so depressed lately. It’s more than one week that I’ve received no news from Erin and I started to become really, really desperate. I could not sleep either, because I had again the Light invading me, making me sweet and tremble…and I had no one to comfort me. But yesterday I finaly understood why I didn’t receive any news from my dear sister. I was crying and dreaming under my favourite trees, instead of studing my lesson of dwarf (I so much hate this language!!). From the place I was sitting, I could see the peasant walk on the road behind the walls of the proprety. And suddendly I saw Darkshadow passing! I recognised him easily because of the stupid hat he is wearing. I ran towards the wall, and started to climb with ease and speed. I called for him, sitting on the top of the grey stones, and he came to me with this suspicious face. I asked him why he didn’t bring me any letters anymore, if my sister had stopped to write and when he lasted saw her. And then I got the answer! Ooh! I was so angry! So furious! He had been caught last week by a man – my father certainly – which paid him much better than me and my sister to bring him the letters instead! I was so mad that I kicked him in the face and jumped back in the garden.
This atleast comforted me: my sister had not forgetten me. But after, I was annoyed because our father is now aware about everything.

Anyway…It’s not about this I wanted to speak. I’m very happy today, and I could not believe I’d be happy without my dear sister, but I’m happy and it feel good to be happy again !
Today, something amazing happened. I still can not believe it, and I’m so confused, and exited, and I’m so disapointed I can not write immediately to my sister !
So I’m writing here instead.

(… need to be finished)

Peter Duncan...i want to speak with this Duncan dude...

noooo....peter duncan is dead o0....im so having such a cluedofeeling about all of this
awesome!

maybe its Suzanna Jefferson who has the details.