A girl, a young girl sleeps in a royal room but not just a room. Her chamber was filled with roots of trees, where calm water runs through. Hundreds of fireflies serve as light. Thick and thin mosses grew to the roots, to the ground turning the chamber into a marvelous beauty. Her golden hair silks through the soft and comfy bed, her ears are different from that of an elf but different for she was somewhat a half-elf and a half-human.

In her dreams, where she stands one of the pinnacle lands. The land, the trees, the grass, every living thing were all but rotten. The water from the ocean, from the river, from the pond, from the creek everywhere she looks all was stained blood. She couldn't move, she couldn't flinch at what she saw but that is all just the start. The land tore itself apart, part by part it flips. Through the sky up above, the heavens crack, the stars fall like raging rain of fire dropping from the sky.

What she saw was indeed terrifying, except all was lost when she encounters a man, a person that she never even met. The source of all, the harbinger of all. She stares in fear of him, then in moments the man suddenly turns to her as if she were there. His eyes were different, all were different.

"Just this once… the beginning of the end."

A great sear of pain overwhelms her, a pain she never felt before an inexplicable torment.

She screams in the depths of pain, she felt both through her dreams and reality. Following her screams in anguished pain, it alarms the guards.

Thereafter they heard her call of terror, the guards sprang into action towards the young she-elf.

Having heard her cry an elven woman hastily she runs, jumping, lipping every obstacle she faces. Outrunning every guard until she reaches the chamber, the one they called "The Gifted One".

The door was open what she finds were two elven guards trying to comfort the young she-elf, but it was futile. She can see her in fear, trembling, shaking in terror by what she had seen in her dreams.

For the first time had she never felt something like this before, since, through her past time, every dream she had didn't affect her nor attack her in many ways. She was like a ghost just standing there observing her dreams of prophecy or what they called. But… but this one is different as if she were there real and alive and the dream was too real for her to bear.

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Notifying the guards to leave they immediately nod and hastily left. She slowly sits right by her side hugging her, comforting her but it was useless, she was still petrified firmly gripping the cloth.

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm here, I'm here Lilia's." The elven woman says trying her best to solace the young she-elf.

The young she-elf or the so-called 'Gifted One' slowly calm. Her trembling body hush to stillness, the only thing that she couldn't repose was her restless panting. Sobbing she was but didn't blink, her watery eyes drip down the blanket. Though her eyes are different from each other, the left was red other was green as the grass.

Her commotion uproars the area resulting in some dozens of guards coming for her aid, but they stop midways upon seeing Lilia comforting her. Immediately they left them alone and slowly closing the door resuming their patrols.

Lilia stays there all night until the young elf succumbs to sleep dozing once again. As for Lilia, she sits there by her side as a mother to her daughter. What happens that night alarm the whole elven kingdom known as Alther the second kingdom of the elves.

The 'Gifted One', had no name or whatsoever, but it was Lilia who gave her a name. Ilia was her name a name given by Lilia just the opposite of her.

Through the palace of Alther, a servant bows, a messenger so to speak off.

"How is she?" A man spoke, no the elven king of Alther.

King Themrur so to say was his, sitting in a throne of woods like antlers, dressed in fine like silk clothing. A crown of gold he wears, his voice was vocal and mighty.

"My lord… she's in good condition, for now. Lilia is with her… but we still need time for her to speak." Says the eleven-man kneeling in front of him.

"Very well then, you may go." The king says, swaying his arm the servant stood bowing before leaving the throne room.

"Thirty years huh?" A woman spoke not an elf not a dwarf, nor not a simple human. She emerges from the other side of the corner. Dress in a fine robe, beautiful and sexy a very tempting woman so to say, and one of the 12 arc sage of all time-- 'Shilsia'.

"Please? have some moral." The man said to her not the king but another mage, but not just a mage, but also one of the 12 arc sage. 'Forkov', his look ain't old but younger in his mid-30s.

"Well then…" King Themrur says.

The morning arrives in the kingdom of Alther within the room of Ilia (The Gifted One), Lilia awoke not knowing she too doze off while staying by Ilia's side. Not long after her awakening Ilia too open her eyes but she was different, somehow stress, tired, and afraid. She can still remember what she saw in her dreams still stuck in her head. Not just that, but the pain she felt was not the flesh that tormented her but also the soul.

Only Lilia can do to her was pity in sadness, to cheer her up Lilia ask her if she could have some breakfast with her. But what she received was nothing more than silence, what happen to her last night might have forever changed her-- might.

Grabbing her arms Lilia ask her if she could take her outside for some sunlight that might relieve her last night.

"End." A word spoke from Ilia.