P.O.V: Iris
I woke up with a start. Cold sweat stuck my hair to my face and my heart felt like it was going to explode. I closed my eyes tight, trying to block out the nightmare but it was all I could see. In the nightmare, I stood helplessly and watched as my parents were vaporized with a snap. I was struggling against a huge, muscular guard who laughed as I screamed for my parents. I jumped out of bed and ran to my parent's room, only I wasn't in my house. I was in an abandoned gas station with nothing but my gun and my food I had scavenged. It's only been three days since I witnessed my parent's execution. I was just outside the city limits but my face was plastered everywhere on wanted posters. They all read:
Iris Johnson, 14, is wanted for practice of the dark arts and for escape from execution. Wanted Alive
It had my picture above the writing. My brown hair was brushed and clean, but since then, it had gotten dirt in it. My brown eyes shown with the flames of defiance and determination. At least that hasn't changed. I grabbed my gun and my pack and began my long journey away from the city. Little did I know those first few steps will begin the longest journey I will ever walk.
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The Elemented
FantasyIris was a normal girl...Well at least that what she thought before she was pulled from her family. She watched her parents be executed and was to be executed the day after, but escaped. Now, she has met a boy. Ajax. She has a connection with him, b...
