Ok I'm gonna do something a little bit different...

I'm going to write about the origin of one of my Ocs. Iris Kester.

To be honest I could just upload this to Legend of Eriska, or even create a new book consisting of character Origins...

But I didn't. I'm doing it this way. Sue me.

(Plz don't actually due me, I'm broke as it is)

Alright. Okay. I'm going to write. Don't know how it'll turn out. May be good. May be shit. May have a dodgy plot...

It's like, 11 at night okay? My brain is mush, but I can't sleep until I've written this down (it popped into my brain and won't leave me alone! ;-;)

Btw it'll start off as Iris's point of view, then switch to third person. And then go back to Iris's pov.  Also this may be kinda angsty and emotional. Maybe.

So. Iris's origin.

Go!

I'm very unique. Probably the only one of my kind.

You see, my story starts before I came to be. It begins with my parents. My mother was pure human with a kind heart, who also happened to be commanding officer in her village. My father however… he was a half-breed.

His mother was a demon, while his father was a shadow mage. That made him a very powerful species that could conquer anything. He looked like a regular human in all ways except for his eyes, which were an unnatural cloudy grey colour. One day my father came to a conclusion that he needed some way to pass down his power to a younger generation, to allow him to continue his reign even after his death. He decided to have a child, but in order to do that he would need a suitable woman to bear it. One day he found my mother and immediately sensed her capability, making him believe she was the perfect concubine. He tricked her into falling for him and a year later, they had their first child. My brother, Lukali.

As soon as my brother opened his eyes my father knew something was wrong. There was no spark. No power leaking through his veins. At the time he just shook it off thinking Lukali would develop his powers as he grew older. It wasn't until Luke's 6th birthday, when it was made clear to my father.

Lukali was a human. A failure.

Enraged by this, he forced my mother into conceiving another child.

Me

Appearance wise I was different from my brother. My hair was ginger, and I possessed heterochromia which caused my eyes to be oddly coloured. Like my mother and brother my left eye was blue, while my right was cloudy like my father's. That immediately gave him hope that I wouldn't be a 'failed creation' like Lukali was.

At the age of 2 I gained the powers of a shadow mage. My father was overjoyed, but my mother had a hard time controlling me around the house since I zapped anything that moved. For some reason the only one I'd allow near me was Lukali, which is probably why we were so close growing up. My father trained me harshly to keep my power controlled, while also trying to prepare me for my demon powers to appear. He was convinced I was the heir he desired.

But

My 6th birthday came rolling by and…

Nothing.

No powers. Not a wing. Not a claw. Not a single horn.

Appalled by my so called 'failure’ my father cast my mother, Lukali and I aside. He left us once and for all, leaving mother to take care of her 12 year old son and 6 year old half-breed daughter, who still couldn't properly control her shadow mage magic.

At the age of 7 I started to complain about headaches. My mother didn't know what to do, because she lost father already. She was worried she'd lose me too. Sure, being a single parent was hard, and she went through hell everyday to provide for her children. But that didn't mean she didn't want me. She didn't want to lose me, no matter what the cost.

She traveled Eriska with my brother and I, trying to find the best doctors to find out what was wrong with me. But then we found another shadow mage. She told my mother that I was simply growing stronger, and I was gaining the ability to read auras. She trained me in ways my father did not, helping me understand my power properly and teaching my mother how to handle me. And when we returned home, I was pretty much a normal girl. All was well…

Until that one night.

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“Lukali, Iris, wake up!”  Mother whisper yelled, trying to wake up her two sleeping children as quietly as she could.

“What is it, mommy?” A nine year old Iris yawned as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. The woman placed her hand over the child’s mouth and shushed her. Lukali woke up too, only this time from an agonizing scream from outside.

“What was that?!” The fifteen year old whisper yelled, looking half petrified.

“We are under attack. We must make haste!” The mother told them, trying her best to act calm. “Lukali, I need you to take your sister down to the cellar. You’ll be safe down there.”

Lukali, who was still shocked about the situation only nodded, and scooped up Iris in his arms. She reached out for her mother, her blue and grey eyes glimmering with unfallen tears.

“Mommy’s gonna be okay, right?” She sniffled, turning her head to her brother.

“She’ll be fine. She’s a commanding officer after all.” Lukali replied, though not convinced himself as he opened the trapdoor that lead to the cellar. He walked down the stairs, only to hear the door close and lock behind him, followed by some shuffling on the other side. Lukali assumed this was his mother covering the door with a rug or something.

“Mom…” he whispered.

The siblings sat in complete and utter silence. Iris was cuddling up to her brother, who had his hands over her ears to muffle the unpleasant noises from outside. Slaughters. Sword fights. Screams. Fire crackling. Whips. All hell had broken loose on their village. Suddenly a thud came from the floor above, causing both siblings to jolt.

A man’s voice could be heard through the floorboards, along with a feminine growl which Lukali assumed came from his mom.

“Where are they?! Where are the little fuckers?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Mom, no…” Lukali winced, hearing her scream out in agony was unbearable.

“You better tell us where those kids are, commander! Or you don’t know what’s gonna happen to you!”

“I have a pretty good idea…”

“Tsk. She’s useless... Dispose of her!”

The boy heard a sword swing, followed with a gurgling sound, and finally a light thud. He went pale in the face, clutching his trembling sister closer to him as he thought of what might have happened to his mother. One thing was for certain though, judging by the red liquid that now dripped from the hole in the ceiling. She was gone…

The man spoke again “We’ll find those little shits. We’ll find that devil child and her troublesome fucker of a brother! I WILL have their heads mounted on my wall!”

With a gasp Lukali held Iris by the shoulders, holding her at arm's length as he stared into her oddly coloured eyes. “Alright, Iris, we have to get out of this cellar. I need you to hold onto my hand as tight as you can and not let go. Can you do that?”

Iris nodded, her lip quivering “Y-Yes…”

“Good. ‘Cause this will be one hell of a run-for-it!” The teen growled, before standing up and taking Iris’s small hand in his, clutching it tightly. They walked towards the back exit, listening out for an opening to run. It came sooner than Lukali anticipated. "Now!" He ordered, pushing open the door with his free hand and making a mad dash into the night. The scene was horrible. Dead bodies, pools of blood, Limbs, heads. Iris gasped at the sight.

“Iris, close your eyes.”

“B-But--”

“I promise I’ll lead you through this. Nothing bad will happen to you as long as I’m around.”

Iris hesitated, but closed her eyes anyway and let Lukali tug her hand through the gruesome remains of her home. Lukali ran as fast as he could, while still keeping a firm hold on his sister so he didn’t lose her. She was the only thing he had left. He stumbled across an alleyway, which had a stack of barrels at the end. They were big enough to hide Iris, but not himself. He knew what he had to do. Quickly he picked the small girl up and gently placed her into the barrel. Iris looked up at him, fear in her eyes.

He smiled down at her, before resting his forehead on hers “Stay here, okay? It’ll protect you. Just, promise not to make a sound.”

Iris tightly held her brother’s hand in her tiny ones, not wanting to let go “B-But what about you? Where are you gonna hide?”

Lukali kissed her forehead before pulling away, placing his free hand on top of hers ‘I’ll find somewhere. “Don’t you worry. Just be a brave girl for me for the time being. When this passes we’ll find each other and run away. We can go to Resuk like you’ve always wanted, and find jobs and live together. Okay?”

Iris smiled at the thought, as she let go of her brother and wiped her fallen tears. ‘I can’t wait!’

Lukali caressed his sister’s cheek one last time, before whispering a ‘goodbye’ to her and closing the barrel. He turned to walk away but froze as he heard a voice.

“I heard someone, over there!”

Lukali stumbled back as a man turned the corner and trapped him in the alleyway. He was a tall muscular fella, with spiky red hair and grey eyes. He had a scar running across his bare chest, and a sharp canine poking out of his mouth. He grinned evilly, showing off his pointy set of teeth.

“Well, if it ain’t the brat we’re looking for.” He cackled, his grey reptile-like eyes darkening. “Where’s your monster of a sister, eh?”

Anger boiled inside of Lukali as he stood his ground “She is not a monster!”

The man ‘tch’d, as he stepped towards the boy "Listen, kid, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Surrender now and we won’t cut you down."

Lukali wasn’t going to back down. Not when his sister's life was in danger. Swiftly he pulled his dagger from his belt and lunged at the man, who attempted to punch the boy. He dodged, before slicing the man’s arm and jumping back before he could land a hit. His eyes widened.

Instead of a gash, a patch of red scales were in the spot Lukali hit. The boy’s mouth went dry.

“Y-You’re a Dragnian?!”

The man chuckled “Yep~’”

Suddenly his hands turned into red scaly claws, which he used to lunge at his his opponent with. Lukali was paralyzed.

Iris found a hole in the barrel she hid in, which she peered through to see what was going on.

Big mistake…

Her irises shrunk in horror as she saw her brother being cut down right in front of her eyes, and she resisted the urge to scream. The man who killed him stared down at his body, his claws dripping with blood. Lukali’s blood…

Iris tore her gaze away, her chest rising and falling at an unnatural rate as she clutched her head. Tears fell to the bottom of the barrel as she silently cried.

About another hour passed by, and soon the remains of the village fell silent. Iris finally decided to come out of hiding, and therefore climbed out of the barrel. She ran over to her brother’s body, which was lying in a pool of his own blood. Iris’s eyes welled up with tears and she fell to her knees.

“No… NO!” She screamed, gripping her orange hair in her hands. “LUKE!”

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That night I lost everything.

That night My mother and brother died protecting me.

That night… is the reason I am who I am today.

As I mourned over my brothers dead body, I felt a throbbing pain in my left eye. My falling tears mixed with blood as I screamed in agony, as my eye turned from blue to crimson in an instant. Wings tore through my skin and sprouted from my back, curling around me and cocooning me inside.

I was a demon.

My father’s desired heir.

But there was no way I would ever let him have me.

I swear on the my mother’s grave.

I am Iris Kester. And my goal is to end my father's reign, once and for all.