Iris
Iris stood there while listening to Marcus and crossed her arms as she tried to comprehend what he was telling her. She was intent on finding the situation of the world and when she was awakened. A century… that would be…
“A hundred YEARS?!” She asked, shocked by the amount of time that had passed since the last time she saw this world.
Her blue eyes shot down to the ground as she realized her father and mother were most likely deceased by this point. Chaos Weaver gathered the ultimate source of power, ruled the world for a few years and then disappeared. He destroyed this world to ruins and they probably are just now rebuilding themselves back up. Regret hit her as she thought about how many people she could have saved if her father didn’t force her to place a spell on herself. Now, the consequence is that her father is gone and her race is ancient. What was she to do now and why was she awakened when she would be of no use to this place.
“So…what exactly do I do now? Everything I had is now gone.” She sighed, leaning against the wall and sliding down it until she was sitting.
Reality began to hit her as she thought about what she has left; no family, no home, no influence on anyone and no one knows about her. How can she help anyone? It feels as if she is was programmed to be around people, help everyone and bring peace to them. She brought her knees up against her chest and sat there in a ball, trying to calculate the year. She was silent and she had no clue what she could say since she was on the brink of a mental breakdown. Her gaze was on one part of the ground and there she sat, motionless. What if Chaos was to come back to this world and that was the reason why she was brought back? She would just have to endure the feeling of loneliness, and move one so she can be strong for other people.
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