Author's Note: I had an old account from years ago that had a story titled "Sweet as Candy" and then I changed it to "the Chronicles of the Iridescent Princess". Once I can get into that old account, I'll download all my old stories and close out that account. (I've forgotten the email and password I used for it...) I'll post the original "Sweet as Candy" onto this account, but I'll never finish it because this story is the re-write of that story. I only want to post it on this account mostly for nostalgia and to show how much progress I've made in bettering my writing and to show the differences in maturity. I love the original story and all, but it just doesn't fit me anymore. So I've decided to re-write it. I have most of the story planned out (been working on it since early 2009), and not everything is set in stone. I'm still planning on removing some ideas and adding new ones. I haven't finished a story in a very long time, and this story is my pride and joy and I'm determined to make it the best I've ever written and to finish it! And sorry for the short prologue. Chapter 1 has made up for it lol. It's over 3,000 words!

The Chronicles of the Iridescent Princess

Revised Version

Prologue

It's only because of him.

I only exist because of him.

For him.

Inhaling deeply, I bent my knees, ready for the jump into the swirling black and violet vortex. I don't know what's on the other side. All I know is that it has to be better than here.

I look back one last time, at the desolate place my planet has become.

It's hard to believe that just yesterday, the whole kingdom was celebrating my 20th birthday. Light filled the planet, laughter ensued, people drank and were merry, colorful balloons and decorations filled the palace.

But, just that night as the party was coming to an end, a large clan of horrifying creatures attacked, seemingly out of nowhere. The once happy and bright evening turned into one filled with screams, blood, and death. I tried to fight back, but my magic didn't seem to affect them. They just brushed it off as if it was nothing.

I remember my parents screams of terror. I remember my mother's head being sliced clean off her shoulders. I remember my father running to me, tears in his eyes. He had grabbed my hand and, using magic, opened a secret passage that I had not known existed below the palace. He threw me in it and hurriedly closed it up as the beasts attacked him. The last memory I have of my father, was him pleading me with his eyes to escape this planet; and telepathically,he had told me to change the course of history.

I don't know how one can change history without time traveling. Time traveling and changing history is against the laws of magic. All I can do right now, is rely on instinct.