"Iliria, ILIRIA" screams the mother for her daughter while tons of people are trying to escape from the massive fire that is now destroying their beloved village. Panic and terror is spreading trough the mass of people while Ilirias mother,Dalia, is searching for her 4 year old daughter that she, just about 5 minutes ago, was singing into sleep. Houses are falling apart, people are screaming and running wild across the village all families are scared for their and their loved ones lives. Iliria, in a corner between two burning houses was wandering around crying, holding her tiny little doll made out of woodsticks and hay. Her crying out loud searching for her dear mama, while her white sleep dress is now teared down. Soldiers that are responsible for this frighting horror are trying to not let any native villager escape, you could see the evil in their eyes as they are slaughtering poor farmer men and family-providers begging on their knees for mercy.
A relieved "Iliria" did Dalia stutter, as she finally found her daughter between the panicked flight of citizens in all possible directions. This relief didn't last long because she noticed a large hand reaching for her daughter from behind a bush. She couldn't really see through the dark, but Dalia collected all her remaining energy as she sprinted to her daughter, almost pushing everyone else out of the way. Only the thoughts of not losing her daughter and having to save her ,was what really mattered in this moment. Suddenly her eyes widened, she stopped running, she just stood there in the middle of the chaos, her face with the meaning of disbelief, written on it..she was gone, Iliria was gone, as if she had never been here..
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Iliria
FantasyIliria, lets begin from the start..the start of a mysterious life of a fairy full of secrets she has to learn to discover herself..
