Zootopia: One Hand Over All

My childhood memories have grown hazy. The only things I remember clearly are firelight, the cold, and fear.

I spent over a decade scraping by on the streets just to survive.

At eighteen, my fate took a turn.

Animals without intelligence… humans… a truck speeding toward me…

When memories long dormant finally awoke, and a clear voice rang out in my mind…

The glory called “Ilias” was about to shed its tarnish and shine once more in…

Zootopia.