After a while, I stopped my crying. But couldn't get up. My body was shaking a little. I looked up, and looked again at the horrible mess. I have to search for them, I thought. I managed to get up and ran into the village. I searched houses, buildings. I even took a look at the bodies. That was a mistake. It broke my heart even more to look at them. I searched at the castle. God, it was a total mess. I couldn't find anyone. What should I do? I thought.

I kept searching everywhere in the village, but no one was alive. I tried not to cry again. I wanted to give up. But I couldn't. I have to go look for survivors. For my sister and my parents. I tried to remember what direction she went off to. I looked at the direction I thought my sister went. That was the direction to-… The humans. Or even the 'countries'. Of course! That thought made me think of something else. Maybe she looked for help? For anyone who sees her and get some help? Did she ran off to England?

I walked towards the direction. I will find out. If she didn't find him, I will find him. I thought. Ah, England. He was pretty known in our village. Almost everyone knew about him. I haven't met him yet, but I had heard about him from my mom. He was nice to the fairies and he sees them just fine, unlike others. I sighed. If only others like him saw fairies.

So here I am, walking to the city where humans and countries live. I've never stepped a foot there. I am tired. I have a broken wing and I'm covered with a little dirt. I saw a road far away from me. I started running. I must find England or anyone who sees me. I stopped when I was halfway into the road. I was panting so badly. I was really tired. Then I heard something coming from behind me. I turned around and some kind of a machine with wheels came rolling towards me. I jumped and hid on the edge of the road. The humans have strange things. I let it roll away and I jumped on the road again. Wait, Maybe I can follow that thing? So I did. I ran the fastest I could, and I did follow it to the city. I stopped and fell down on the ground, panting. If only I learned to heal before all this happened. Then I could just fly. I got up and looked at the city. It was huge.

I took the last run into the streets and started walking. I looked at all of the people who walked past me. I was making sure to not be stepped on by them. No one saw me. I continued walking, but I was really tired and was about to give up. My legs hurt. I fell down on the ground again. No more. I couldn't move my legs no more. I though. But then, I heard someone yell.

"I don't care if you spilled your cola on the floor! It's your responsibility to clean that up, not mine! I don't even bloody know why you called me just for telling me that, you git!" I turned at the slightly angry voice and saw a man with a green suit, thick eyebrows and kind of blonde hair. He was holding some kind of a device into his ear with his hand. He was heading this way. How silly it looked. Talking while holding a strange thing into his ear.

I fell down on the ground and laid there. I gave up. My feet won't let me walk more. I was too tired to do so. I felt weak and tried not to close my eyes. The man continued to argue holding the thing.

"What? Was that the thing you called me for? Well, Good for you, America. I know that. Yes. Perhaps you should-". The man stopped in his sentence.

He went silent for a while. He was looking at something. Or someone. I don't know. I heard footsteps coming towards my way. I could slightly hear someone yelled through the thing: "Dude, are you there?" It was a communication thingy he was holding. Strange thing. I felt an index finger poke me on my back. I twitched a little. I still heard someone yelling the question on and on and on in the thing.

"Yes, I am here. We can talk at the meetings. I have to go. Good bye." He said a little hurried voice. He pulled the thing into his pocket and touched me again. I twitched again and he then pulled me over to look at me. I had half closed eyes and looked at him weakly. He widens his eyes and quickly scooped me onto the palm of his hand. And by that time, I passed out.

I woke up, laying on a pillow on a table and facing a white wall. There was some light above me from a lamp, which was so strong that I winched. Then I felt no more pain on my back. I slowly sat up and looked at my back. My wing were healed. I looked around and I was in a house. I saw some chairs. Then the man came into the room and saw that I was awake.

"You're awake." He said as he sat down in front of me. I jumped and were scared. I tried to move, but that hurt. I looked up at him and I saw him smile. Could this man be?

"No need to be scared. I will not hurt you. I promise. You can trust me." He said, looking down at me. Was this England? I stared at him and calmed down a little.

"Why were you laying in the streets here, when you're far away from home?" He asked. I didn't answer yet. I was too confused.

"Are you the man named England?" I asked instead. He smiled and chuckled a little.

"Ah yes. I am quite known among fairies." He said. I sighed a little in relief. I found him.

"Now tell me. How did you get here? Did something happen?" He asked. I looked down. I will never forget what happened. Some tears rolled down my cheeks as I thought of it. Then I felt an index finger stroking under my eyes as to wipe the tears away. I looked up at him. He looked worried and confused.

"I was looking for you. I thought maybe my sister went here. B-But…" I got cut off by my own tears as I started to cry.

"Oh there, there." He said calmly while stroking his finger on my back.

"Don't cry. At least you finally found me." He said, trying to calm me down. And he did. I looked up at him and wiped my tears away.

"I can't go home. I can't. Trolls destroyed it. They took away our people, they took away m-my parents… And I can't find my sister, nor survivors." I tried not to cry again. I just looked down at the pillow.

"Oh my god." He said with wide eyes.

"That's horrible! And by trolls. I am sorry, dear." He said and stroked my back. That did calm me down. Then it hit me. My wing. I looked up at England.

"Did you fix my wing?" I asked him. He smiled a little and nodded.

"Thank you." I smiled a little back.

"What is your name?" He suddenly asked. I told him my name.

"Nice meeting you, Rosina. What is your sister's name?"

"Laila. Did you meet her?" I looked up at him. He shook his head as to say 'no'. I was disappointed and worried.

"I can help you find her, if you want." I smiled at him and nodded. I slipped myself down the pillow and stood up.

"Oh, not so fast. I think you still need some more rest." He said. I nodded slowly and climbed up again. I laid down on the pillow and closed my eyes. The man stood up from the chair and stroke my hair with his index finger.

"Poor little fairy." He said worriedly and walked towards the kitchen to leave me alone.