IRIS“Meet your new brother.”“What?” No, no, no, I might be dreaming. This is not true.“Jade, you’re here!” Mr.Daves suddenly showed himself and greeted us with the biggest smile I have ever seen from him. He was, like Sage, wearing a white shirt filled with blue and purple paint. “I’m so sorry, had you been waiting long? We were doing last minute customization of your rooms. We have specially colored them according to your names, I hope you’ll like—Oh!” Mr.Daves couldn’t continue his words when Skye suddenly ran up to him and embraced him.“Are you my new father?” He was crying as he said those words. Mr. Daves pulled out from the hug and kneeled down so they would be the same level. He wiped my brother’s tears. “Yes, kiddo. Yes, I am.” He looked at my mom who was teary as she watches them and smiled. I remained silent as I watch a seemingly perfect family reunion in front of me. Is it just me? Is it just me who find all of these weird and ridiculous? No, Sage must feel the same w
IRISIt’s already dark when I woke up and I can feel my puffed eyes due to crying. I tried to open the lights and couldn’t believe that it still works. I look through dad’s old stuffs that my mom didn’t bother to pack up because it will only remind us of him. His books, his glasses, the bean bags that he set especially for me so that I wouldn't feel lonely when he's working. Oh Did I mention that he was an author? He was known for the pen name Morpheus and had lots of followers and readers online. He was a famous fantasy writer, and the book, entitled Iris, was supposed to be his last piece. But it was incomplete so it was not acknowledged. Dad's account is still alive, but no one can access it. So it had been left, just like that. As if waiting for it's owner to come back. How many readers had been kept waiting? How many readers still remembers him? Do they even know that no author can come back for them. I sighed and sat down his office chair and ruffled through the papers that was
Iris“A parallel world where colors come from. Welcome to the Realm of Hue. Now, my turn, how did you get here? ” The three of us had our foreheads creased in confusion. "We also don't know. There was just a sudden earthquake and when we open our eyes, we're already here. "Sage answered the leader. I, on the other hand, tried to solve the riddle on why we are here. What was I doing before I got here. What is the piece missing. There should have been a reason why there was a sudden earthquake and why we're the only ones here. It meant the earthquake only happened in our location, and it didn't effect the others. How? "Nonsense. The only way to get in and out of here is through the portal. And one, the portal is guarded by the Whites, and two, the portal is not even here. Which is also-""A mystery. " I continued her words. She glared at me. "Yes, a mystery. "My eyes widen. The book. "Lady Canary! " One yellow man walked up to her and whispered words that brought panic to the le
Iris“A parallel world where colors come from. Welcome to the Realm of Hue. Now, my turn, how did you get here? ” The three of us had our foreheads creased in confusion. "We also don't know. There was just a sudden earthquake and when we open our eyes, we're already here. "Sage answered the leader. I, on the other hand, tried to solve the riddle on why we are here. What was I doing before I got here. What is the piece missing. There should have been a reason why there was a sudden earthquake and why we're the only ones here. It meant the earthquake only happened in our location, and it didn't effect the others. How? "Nonsense. The only way to get in and out of here is through the portal. And one, the portal is guarded by the Whites, and two, the portal is not even here. Which is also-""A mystery. " I continued her words. She glared at me. "Yes, a mystery. "My eyes widen. The book. "Lady Canary! " One yellow man walked up to her and whispered words that brought panic to the le
IRISIt’s already dark when I woke up and I can feel my puffed eyes due to crying. I tried to open the lights and couldn’t believe that it still works. I look through dad’s old stuffs that my mom didn’t bother to pack up because it will only remind us of him. His books, his glasses, the bean bags that he set especially for me so that I wouldn't feel lonely when he's working. Oh Did I mention that he was an author? He was known for the pen name Morpheus and had lots of followers and readers online. He was a famous fantasy writer, and the book, entitled Iris, was supposed to be his last piece. But it was incomplete so it was not acknowledged. Dad's account is still alive, but no one can access it. So it had been left, just like that. As if waiting for it's owner to come back. How many readers had been kept waiting? How many readers still remembers him? Do they even know that no author can come back for them. I sighed and sat down his office chair and ruffled through the papers that was
IRIS“Meet your new brother.”“What?” No, no, no, I might be dreaming. This is not true.“Jade, you’re here!” Mr.Daves suddenly showed himself and greeted us with the biggest smile I have ever seen from him. He was, like Sage, wearing a white shirt filled with blue and purple paint. “I’m so sorry, had you been waiting long? We were doing last minute customization of your rooms. We have specially colored them according to your names, I hope you’ll like—Oh!” Mr.Daves couldn’t continue his words when Skye suddenly ran up to him and embraced him.“Are you my new father?” He was crying as he said those words. Mr. Daves pulled out from the hug and kneeled down so they would be the same level. He wiped my brother’s tears. “Yes, kiddo. Yes, I am.” He looked at my mom who was teary as she watches them and smiled. I remained silent as I watch a seemingly perfect family reunion in front of me. Is it just me? Is it just me who find all of these weird and ridiculous? No, Sage must feel the same w
IRISIt was a simple sunny afternoon, where the sky was entirely blue, without any hint of clouds, and the fresh breeze brushes though my hair as I lean my head on the side of the window. The sun shines between the branches of the trees, and I’m not lying when I say I can hear the birds chirping as if it was singing me a song. A welcoming song because finally, after 8 years, we’re coming home. The home we abandoned after the tragedy of losing our king after being in a battlefield for almost all his life. And we knew he needed rest, but we didn’t want it to be forever. Would it be heartless for me to call him selfish for leaving us just for a very long nap? Or should the selfish one be us for wanting him to stay longer.“We’re almost there, hon, you sleepy?”. Mom broke me off my trance and for a moment, I was only able to stare at her. I’m not the only one who witnessed her messed up state when dad died. There were lots of us. But I’m the only one who witnessed her break down every sec