Her leather jacket glistened in the sunlight as her swords bruised the ground. Blood stained her converse, as the scar down her face continued to bleed. Blown by the wind, was her brown and golden hair. She pulled out her laser glasses and then looked out into the distance.

She reached into the depths of her pocket. She held the remaining’s of father to sun as her eyes glistened in the sunlight. She was ready to finish what her father had started. To save the world. This was no ordinary girl, but my heroine, Iris.