by CrashingOcean
She survived the night everything burned. War took her home. Demons took everything else. What remained was a girl who learned one rule early Stay alive. When she is taken in by a priestess of the Church, she is given something she has never known before: structure, purpose and a quiet kind of light that does not demand, only gives. Under Seris, Iris begins to change. She learns to steady her breath. To control her strength. To help instead of destroy. But Iris is not made for quiet paths. She loves the sword. Understands violence. Feels something in combat that prayer alone cannot reach. While the Church teaches peace, something in her pushes toward something else. Something sharper. Something dangerous. Iris is left with a choice Follow the path of light as it is taught Or carve her own Even if it means tearing the system apart to protect those it failed
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