~Iris~
Down deep, picture the deepest depths of the Earth, there is a frozen life form that waits to be awaken. Along with remnants from over hundred years ago, there is a very large object that could be mistaken for an enormous gemstone but if one was to look closer, the face of an unconscious human is visible. Underneath this barrier, the mysterious person has long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and a ritual uniform that was worn to ward off demons in her era. Her mind still functions and her memories are perfectly clear. Her father was the last person she saw and the last events occurring in her time was the conquest of Chaos Weaver. He was cruelest life form in her time and soon in the time approaching. Her memories repeat themselves as she waits for a fresh breath of air.
It all started in the city of Orion where Iris was raised. The dark knights arrived on black horses and Iris ran to watch the parade of the intruding army. The cold glare of Chaos shot straight through her soul as he got down off of his horse and walked toward the elders of the city. At their first meeting, Iris was only twelve and he had very little control over the people of Resla. He ignored her presence but she could feel his eyes glance at her while he greeted the elders. Her father pushed her behind him and tried to hide her from the attention of this dark leader. The second meeting was when Chaos had taken over many of the towns in the South of Resla and she was sixteen. The only two large cities he had not taken over were Orion and the twin city, Bermount. Her breath grew shallow as he walked boldly down the aisle of the meeting room, unexpectedly. During this point, she had grown to be a famous mage and was helping the allies against Chaos with the war efforts.
The last and final time they met was when she was twenty. Their eyes met while he sat down on a throne in front of the elders and arrogantly dismissed them. His finger pointed at her as a force came over her body to walk toward him.
“You’ve grown of the years. Aid me with finding the source of ultimate power and I will spare your family.” His deep, evil voice stated.
“What about the rest?” Iris asked, crossing her arms and stared at him with a quizzical brow.
“I cannot spare them.” His eye brow raised and then he dismissed Iris with one last thought. “Think of your father. I am sure he doesn’t wasn’t to die in front of all the people who have faith in him.”
Later that night, Iris’ father led her out of the city and to a safe house for the elders when a situation becomes unstable. In a small room where the only entrance is through a hidden passage, he regrettably said his goodbye to his daughter. Iris didn’t want to give up this easy but her father knew something no one else knew; the Day of Stone was approaching them. He kissed his daughter on the forehead while holding her tightly in his arms.
“You know the spell you learned when protecting a solider in battle from a magic attack? I want you to cast it on yourself and don’t uncast it until there is a protector in the midst. I love you, my daughter.”
Before she could blurt out one last word, her father left her side and she was left alone. Without any other choice, she took her stance in the middle of the room as a blue light rose from her feet. The barrier outlined her body as it grew to be her size and then it encaged her, stopping everything but her thoughts. Sorrow fills her soul and she still has a goal to defeat Chaos Weaver with her own strength. He has destroyed everything including her family, her town and her future. After a hundred and so years, the barrier is covered by dust and a busy world goes on above her. No one knows of her presence and Chaos Weaver approaches.