Illiadora
Legacy Name: Illiadora

Francis ran through the woods, branches were hitting him from left and right. He ignored the stinging pain, and kept on running. His heart pounded against his rib cage, and his legs seemed to go numb from all the running.

But Francis didn't stop.
The forest was dark, the trees covered the sky. There were strange noises coming from of the trees and rocks.

But Francis didn't stop.
Finally, he found what he was looking for. A bright opening, right in front of him. The trees parted, and he ran faster. He had made it. It was just a small grassy area. There was a little creek, and a mossy bank. On this bank he found his mistress fast asleep. He wanted to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face without waking her.
He strolled over to her small, petite body and got on his knees. He calmed his breathing down, and tried to not wake her. He reached out to push her hair out of her face. He stops for a second, afraid that she would wake up. But she isn't moving, everything is still. He reaches for her again and lifts her hair.

She was gorgeous.

He can now see her wonderful features. Her lovely cheekbones. Her pale, perfect, peach skin. Her soft, red lips. He cannot contain himself, she is so...beautiful. He longs to talk to her, to hear her singsong voice, to gaze into her deep, dark, blue eyes. He suddenly touches her face with his hand.

Her face is cold, and on closer inspection her skin is not flushed. In fact, she looks more pale than usual. He calls out her name, to wake her. He shakes her. He kisses her cheek, and nuzzles her. But she does not wake. He starts to panic and shake. He wants to wake her up, he is no longer afraid to wake her. She still does not wake. His heart feels like it's going to stop beating. He whispers in her ear that he loves her, and kisses her cold cheek once more.
He thought his love slept sweetly, but he found that she is stone dead.

Based on the mini story in Jane Eyre
Where are you?
& I'm so sorry

Age: Died at the ripe age of 23
Weight & Height: 125lb, 5 ft
Appearance: Pale. Has long dark brown hair. Blue, wide eyes. Small figure, & wears dresses most of the time. She's very neat looking.
Personality: Sweet. Just plain sweet. God gave her two gifts, beauty & intelligence. This does not go to her head though, she is an independent women. She's very strong willed, and likes to tease men. This leads to men disliking her right away. She's not a shrew, but most men do not enjoy her company at all times.
Relationship :There is one who catches her eye with his wit and smirk. But she denies any feelings for him as childish. This doesn't stop Francis from seeing her all the time, and he usually writes poems and songs for her as well.

Just because Illiadora is dead, doesn't mean she can't enjoy her afterlife. Sadly, she is in between life and death, and she hasn't figured out how to pass over. So for now she spends her days where she died. She enjoys nature very much, and forest creatures are drawn to her kind face. She still looks the same, but she cannot feel things. By that I mean she cannot feel the grass between her toes or the wind in her hair. She laughs, she cries, and she even gets angry sometimes. She spends her days trying to figure out how to leave her little glade. For some reason she cannot, but Francis visits her sometimes.

They both do not know how Illidora even died. No one does, it might be a mystery forever.
But for now, they spend their days together, trying to figure out what happened and how they can solve it.