• Here We Go Again

Irise was just another average nobody.

Sure, she had beauty and a love for writing, but she never pursued any sort of passion in life. It was just Irise and her small apartment; a job as a small-time farmer can only get one so far, after all.

Though, she would come to find out that, just maybe, her life had purpose to it after all. . . Or, perhaps, a new life.

One miserable morning, as a haze of fog drifted across the seemingly endless stretch of grassland, a 23 year old Irise stepped out of her compact home with a rub of her eyes, which had the color and same mesmerizity of the mist that choked the air. It seemed that the young woman didn't have to do much work at all today. The few crops there were had already been soaked with heavy dew. Irise made a goal for herself: today, she was going to relax! Nothing, absolutely nothing, would get in her way for her one day off.

. . . Even though she'd really only have spent a couple of hours watering the scarce plants and tending to the soil. However, that didn't seem to occur to Irise as she made her way towards the dirt road. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to her, a large, pale truck was hurtling in her direction. Dust sprayed in its wake as the truck sped across the cracked, dusty street. As the wind blew in Irise's ashy brown hair, she turned her head just in time to see the truck thrashing forwards.

However, it was already too late.

The pale vehicle shimmering in the morning sun had already gotten too close.

The young woman only had a moment to think before everything faded into a hazy blur of smoke and the sound of a crack.

Before she could understand what just happened, Irise woke up on a floor of undergrowth and leaves.