Dewy Skies

My stories I feel are determined to stop being the things want them to be and taking over some decide they don't want to be about the courageous thief turned Assassin instead they want to be about the young Elvin Warrior who falls in love with the courageous thief turned Assassin, it kinda sucks one minute I've got her surrounded by death destruction just getting ready to unleash the full extent of her power on the world and the next thing I know he's rescued her and they're sitting by a fire discussing past battles, even when I try and make them enemies it doesn't work. Why do my characters insist on destroying my perfectly created world of chaos? Why can't they let me be the author for once instead of just someone who's there to tell things the way they want it? I supose it's my fault for making such strong willed, pig-headed characters. There was one time I was actually writing a "feel good" scene where the twins are reunited after being seperated and instead of hugging like normal characters they had an argument. I've decided they don't like me. I've almost given up on them so many times don't know what it is that drags me back to my computer I suppose that writing is my form of therapy.