Iris sat in front of a jewel encrusted golden vanity. Her fellow priestesses were fixing up her hair, chatting among each other about the honor that was to be bestowed upon Iris this day.
"I cannot believe that today is the day that you, Iris, get the honor of the Granolith. The honor of becoming the Grath'lin priestess!"
The girls could not contain the excitement, however Iris' eyes held sadness. She was remembering her mother and how soon after Iris was taken away to live within the coven, her mother was killed for treason. Her mother had known from birth that Iris was the one, the beholder of the Gift. But she wanted nothing more than a normal life for her daughter. It was not until Iris was 13 that her power was discovered by a noble man who was walking the streets one evening. When Iris was playing with friends, she accidently bumped into him and the connection was set. She saw his betrayals to the royal family, she was the murder of innocents at his hands. Unable to control her reaction, she shouted out at his wrong doings. Others who were in his entourage that night ceased him, for they were loyal to the King and his place on the thrown. When one of the men tried to take Iris, he noted the mark on her neck. This was the mark that her mother warned her to hide, but had revealed itself when she tried to get away. That night, the betrayer died, and Iris and her mother were taken from their homes. Iris fought in vain, but her mother's words kept her sane.
"…it is preordained. This is the way of things. It must be."
Nothing was the same about her after that night. But she kept strong. She have been forced into this life, but she would make the most of it to try and change the way the five worlds looked at life, and at the life of her family.
Today was Iris' sixteenth birthday. Today she became a woman. Had she been given the chance to lead the life her mother had wished, she would have started being suited by men her age. Within two years she would be married and starting her life as a mother and a wife. However, order dictated that she remain single and pure. That this pureness would allow her closer communication with the Granolith. Yes today was a huge day for her. But today was also the saddest day of her life….
Maria was encased in a deep blue. Sadness and tears stained her face. Michael was by her side, afraid to move or touch her. Liz was looking at her friend with shock. Everyone was looking around at each other, wondering what was going on. Max was the first to ask, "Where is Tess?" Again confusion hit the group. They were losing what little control they thought they had on this Earth.
"Max, she looks like Liz did when we first got here. Granted the colors are different, but she is obviously having some sort of episode like Liz." Alex was trying to make sense of this. "Max, Liz? Do either of you remember what had happened when you were out of it."
"Yes," Liz said slowly. She looked at Max, love in her eyes. She looked at the others and explained the world that she saw.
"So, as it turns out, Liz is an alien. Well at least her soul, or something like that." Max was trying to explain. "I don't know how she is here yet. The visions broke after the argument between me and Ava, er, Tess."
"So what will happen if I touch Maria?" Michael finally spoke up.
"Well when I touched Liz, I saw her side of her life, and she saw mine." Max said to his worried friend.
With that, and without any other hesitation, he touched Maria And a bright light flooded the room…
TBC! I hope you all like this chapter. There is more M&M to follow!