❥︎ 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙈𝙮 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 ♡︎

Prologue

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"I love you my baby Iris."

"Go, now!" The queen shouted to Ellira.

She turned to see me who had been hiding behind the corner. Just as Ellira left, a treacherous laugh was received from outside.

"Sciara, go now! We'll see eachother love, please go!"

"But mother-"

"Please, go!" She yelled with tears in her eyes. They pierced through mine, making me realise. This was the end. The end of Ephidia and the rise of this world destroyer, Gramorr. But - are we too young for this?

Though this family wasn't mine, but I felt ... Belongingness here. As if I.. had a role, a purpose to life unlike any other. These people, Ephidians, Queen and King, wanted me to stay. To be a part of this family.

But that wasn't what I should be worrying about right now, as I ran through the castle halls, dodging a few falling pieces of solid concrete on the way. Gramorr was here, the one who'd destroyed my previous home, Valamus, along with my previous family.

My previous life.

I will come back, to bring these destructed lands to justice.

But at the moment, I'd better focus on saving myself if I'd want to get revenge in the distant future.

I ran as fast as my bare feet could take me, but the walls, it felt as if... - As if they were sinking into the air around me, closing into the door that showed a path through the chaos. My path to save myself...

Myself.

Myself, only me.

This is selfish of me. But- but.. "please! Wait! I-I need that... That door!" Tears streamed down my face, rendering it much more difficult to see the only doorway that lay between my death or.. my life.

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But one thought remained... As I threw myself out the door and away from the crumbling walls. My life has returned, surely, but my family? My kingdom?
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Iris?

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"Agh! H-..." A voice rung across the courtyard I'd been thrown onto, a voice familiar to me. One of the castle servants, one of the kindest to be frank. I'd met her when I first arrived. But when her condition met my eyes, the situation flooded back to me. Poor girl had been stabbed with an arrow through her gut, piercing many vital organs. She gripped the arrow and brought herself to pull it out. Blood rushed down her white apron and boots, seemingly staining them, but she didn't seem to mind. She noticed my eyes on her as her knees fell to the once grassy greenland which had been burnt to ashes.

She smiled at me. A smile of goodbye and good acquaintance, and fell to the ground with her last breath.

I sat there. Sat there doing nothing. I didn't know what to do. How I could do anything? I should've done something. I should have saved her! Gotten help! But I just stood there, in shock. Like my whole body stiffened at the horrifying sight.

Disturbing bangs of blasts and shrilling screams spread out, making me jump to my feet. I glance back at Arelia, yes that's her name. I returned hers with a forced smile.

And I ran again.

I ran away.

I didn't want to, but I had to.

I ran away as far as I could.

I didn't know where I was running to, I saw smoke from everywhere. Someone crying over their loved one's death, another over their burnt away home, or another at their daily livelihoods being torn away.

But what had I to do about it? I was young. Too young to even know.

Tears and rain drops having blurred my vision, I thumped into something on my way.

I was terrified, I thought that - maybe it was someone under Gramorr.

But I'd never been more glad to be wrong.

It was a girl, wearing a hooded cloak, aging around ten or eleven with white hair in a bun with vibrant blue eyes. She'd seemed to have been running from something, or someone perhaps. But when her eyes met mine, they seemed to convey a feeling ; betrayal? Sacrifice? No... - Regret. Horrible regret.

"Ah-! Oh! T-Tali- no!" She shook her head having mistaken me for someone before looking over her shoulder and back to me," you shouldn't be here, child! First Xeris- now I can't loose a child!" She muttered to herself.

"Come, here." She opened my palm and left something before rushing into the forest with her cloak close behind. I opened my palm - .. a key with engravings on it - an address?

I followed the mudded path with wobbling legs as if I'd fall down anytime.

Despite my young age, I had a fairly knowledgeable instinct to survive and I guess I had luck on my side as well, since it seemed to much of mercy from cladsnick himself to have sent the girl to me, provided me the key to a home out in the middle of nowhere. Where even Gramorr couldn't just walk into.

And only after so long, had I a place to call home. Will this one be in vain as well? Only time can tell.

𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟