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- As the dream continues, the familiar voice echoes once again.- ????: Eleen?
- The voice is that of a young woman, her words are tinted with concern.- ????: Eleen? Wake up, you need to wake up.. Eleen: Aria?
- As the face of her sister draws nearer so does her message.- Aria: Eleen... Rise, you are stronger than this.... You are more than those hard words... You are of the royal bloodline.. You were
- As the voice of the sister dies out and mixes with the shadows the eyelids of the passed out girl slowly begins to move. When she wakes a new day is already dawning. Renewed with some
- Before long, the tenderly crafted crown has placed itself upon her raven hair.- Eleen: No this can’t be hers… Hers had no feathers and it was decorates with silver scales. This crown; feathers
- As a fresh wave of confidence and pride washes over her the guilt is brushed away.- Eleen: My crown. My strength. Sister, thank you.
Eleen: I am Selene Eoriria I'veras. I am Endara. I am royalty and I am the heir to the throne. This is my story... -And so it began. Not long after Eleen's appearance in this world s