Waning Iris
The Life Story of Ava Lynn Pierce
By Nessie Potter Everdeen
Chapter 1
Everyone knows that ice and fire are opposites… that they could never live together in harmony. Wrong. There are two things in the world that could be a peacemaker between the enemies. First is love… but that could never happen due to the fact that both are opposed to even be next to each other… the fact that they would kill each other whenever close. Second is an accident… a hybrid, a mix of both of them in one unnatural being. Both are impossible but both are inevitable if they occur.
The sun peeked over the summits of the nearby mountains. It blinded me whenever I turned my head to look through the trees. I was lying in the leaves of a forest. My mother was sitting next to me, leaning over watching as I woke. Our tribe, the Quileute's, was gathering in the center of our village. Something was happening. I quickly sat up.
"Mother," I asked, "what is happening?"
She quickly put her index and middle finger from her right hand, over my naturally pink lips. I fell silent. She placed her hand on the side of my face. Her dun skin on her hand stood out from my fair tan face. She rubbed her thumb on my face. I could sense that there was something terribly wrong.
Then I heard screams of panic, pain, and distress coming from the other side of our village. I could see the urgency in my mother's hazel eyes. I sat up and looked around. My mother placed her boney hands on my shoulders, pushing me down. I resisted.
"Mother!" I screamed in her face. I was staring into the distance when I noticed that our warriors were in their wolf form. They growled at something that our homes were blocking from my view. My mom turned to me and with a forceful tug, she stood me up. She grabbed my suede boots and pulled them onto my freezing feet.
Then I noticed in the distance, a pale woman wearing a red dress and a pale man with dress pants and an off white button-up shirt. My mother tugged my arm. She dragged me off to the opposite side of where the pale faces were. I caught a last glimpse of the woman when all of a sudden; one of our warriors was being murdered with one of her knifes. I could sense the delight in the man as she acted upon this. I looked to my mother and began to sob. Was this being dangerous to her and myself? I thought to myself.
I became very afraid of what might happen to us. I continued to sob and sob. I turned to look back at the village. The woman was running at least one hundred miles per hour toward us. I began screaming. I pulled my mother's hand from my grip and I turned and stared at this monster running at us with a knife dripping rubies. My mom turned and it seemed to happen in a flash. My mother was on the ground with no pulse. I have somehow shape-shifted into a warrior wolf. The woman was going frantic over the red everywhere. I stared at her and slowly backed away. She looked at me for only a second, and then continued to indulge in the liquid. I turned and ran as fast as I could.
I came to the edge of our territory. I stopped and wondered what awaited me on the other side of the crick that created the border. Were there more of those pale beings? Was the other side a better side… without dangers? No one, not even our warriors had crossed the border. I decided and decided quickly. I would not cross.
My fear began to grow. Though I knew I was safe, I was still very worried. I began to panic again. I began franticly searching the woods to see if there was any one near. A branch had snapped behind me. I stopped in my tracks. I heard breathing. Not animal breathing but, regular human breathing. I slowly turned to find the man. His once off white shirt was now drenched in blood. I stared into his red eyes and he, back into my granny smith apple green eyes. My face had been wet from the tears and made it turn red. The man got a smirk on his face. My whole body began to shake. I had turned back human, and was on my knees. My only wish was not to suffer a fate much like my mother's. I lower my head as the man came closer to me. He stood in front of me. I looked up, trying to keep at least a pinch on my dignity. I then looked back down. I couldn't bare the silence anymore. I just had to speak.
"How can you live with yourself?"
He became enraged. He screamed and then grabbed my head, pulling it to the left. He bit into my neck. I felt a sting as though a bee was buzzing around me. Then a burning sensation and a stabbing sensation afterward… pain. I feel unconscious.
(Chapter 2 is coming soon. Favorite, Subscribe and keep an eye out for the next part ~ Nessie Potter Everdeen - "Always" said Snape)