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Vilifa had this growing ache in her chest, she got jealous of Nuria’s suitors, and the potential beautiful dowries offered. She soon took hold of the passion in her aching heart to confess to Nuria, whom accepted. Nuria’s aunt would never have approved, so they kept their relationship secret from Asmerella, the ruling queen, and goddess of time. Nuria was living to fix the plentiful mistakes of Asmerella, and soon left Vilifa behind, vengeful, and hurt. Vilifa’s anger grew much larger than Nuria thought it could’ve, it grew into resent, and hate. Vilifa grew to resent the monarchy, Nuria and Asmerella, she began to take down the monarchy, she will not stop even for the love of her life who no longer was Nuria. The love whom she didn’t yet know, but knew was out there.

Nuria graduated the flower academy, and showed an undying passion for Vilifa (Vil-efa) (The fairy), every man/woman/being in the land was interested in these two, romantically or not, the girls showed feelings for each other. Vilifa had aged beautifully, long white hair, golden veins visible through her skin, and always wearing fabric colored gold. Nuria on the contrary, she was indeed beautiful, but more radiant with her long orange braid, black eyes, olive skin, trendy clothes, newest communication device.. Vilifa had grown jealous of her princess.

As the young fairy grew into a young woman, so too did her master, the young girl the woman had called her niece, the young girl, the sole heir to the Ilican throne, her name fitting the beautiful firefly with olive skin she served everyday, Nuria. A name meaning luminous and BRIGHT, just as a firefly should be, glowing, BEAMING, and lovely. The girl never told her servant a single lie in her time being young, that was before the girl graduated from the private white flower academy.

The woman picked the tiny shimmering fae up, she was a beautiful baby with wings to match the Golden Palace, in a new land called Ilica (ill-eh-ca) with darker dim Purple skies, with glowing white diamonds across the sky, Lilac bladed grass, orange pastel clouds, more medieval Architecture.. It was quite breathtaking. A river could be seen as well, the river was a more dimmed pastel pink, with it’s water seemingly going over the horizon of the lavender-orange sunset.

A woman of lavender skin, long light pink hair, and in a dazzling black suit looks down at the young fairy who landed on her Golden, diamond encrusted Palace. The woman smiles softly at the child with a singular thought on her mind: “I was looking for a new beautiful servant for my Darling Niece, whom remains in a flower.”