Twin Love : the story of Elzbeth and Earina Part II

by **Elloa** Sat Jul 10, 2010 3:40 pm

Part II

An urban legend

There is an urban legend in Stormwind, a legend that speak about love and despair and that young virgins particulary fancy to whisper to each other while they watch the soldiers and the adventurers walking in the streets of the city.

The story speaks about two young girls, daughter of a rich merchant living in the surrounding of Stormwind. They were twin and cherished each other beyond understanding. Some have said that their love were not acceptable according our morality and that they exceed a normal sybiling affection. But I believe that those who propagate such rumours have a vipern tong and can only find satisfaction in scandalmongering.
One of the two sisters was promised to a talentuous young man of our city, son of a rich merchant. The other sister was appointed to become a priestess. But they could not accept to be separated - and the day of the ceremony, which happened in the Abbaye of Northsire, while the city of Storwmind was under the attack of the Scourge – they ran away and disepeared.
During several weeks, research had been made. The Stormwind guards didn’t found any evidence, nor the different adventurers engaged by the parents. As the city had been under attack, and the population’s loses had been heavy, it was quiet obvious that the two sisters had been killed during their flew.
But the fiancé was so desperatly in love, that he could not accept their death, and pursued the research on his own. He left the city for Northrend, certain to find them there. He came back one year after, completely depressed and heart broken.
What he found, no one know. But the servants found the morning the unfortunate hang in his room without even a farewell letter. Some said that he found his fiancée and her sister dead in Northrend, but some said…that what he discovered was even worst than death.

Here is the legend of the Loving Twins. It’s a legend obviously. I’ll however share with you a secret my dearies: a legend is always born from something. I know the name of the fiancé. Despite the care the both family have tried to hide the affair, there is things that can’t escape me.