Dreamwriter

Eliana continued acting casual like the war wasn't a big deal until she got back to her one room shack. As soon as she shut the door though streams of tear ran down her face. She cried as she thought about the war, about what was to come. 'It's not fair!' she thought to herself 'It's not fair! Not all of The Land Of Magic was bad only the fairys deep in The Woods of Dreams! Only one of the worst fairies would dare to steel the kings long lost daughter!". The same thought went over and over again in her head until she couldn't cry anymore. When she finished she stood up, brushed herself off, wiped off her eyes and went off to work.
When she got to the seamstresses shop the store was dark. What was wrong? Ms. Stalerart never was late. Liliana looked around the town was amazingly quiet. Then she heard a slight voices in the distance. Surprised she quietly followed the sounds until she got to the big gates of the castle. The whole town had gathered there. The mighty voice of the king hollered among the crowd.
"Alaka has a much bigger army then any of us expected! We will need every man and woman between fifteen and fourty. We will attack tonight so get any weapon you can use. For those who do not have swords, we will provide! Now everyone who fit's the standards we have listed come and get your sword. I will get my daughter back!"
A cheer rose from the crowd. Liliana stood still, although she did not know her exact age she knew she was around seventeen. Her eyes started to tear up. 'don't let me, be part of this madness, not me' she thought. Athough what she wanted to do was cry again, Liliana came forward with the others and stood in line so she could get her weapon.