Chapter 1 Part 2

Iris runs down the dirt road at full speed. At first, she thought about skipping work, but, after the argument with Elder, she needs the loud and fast paced environment to distract her mind.

“Hey, Iris. Late to work again I see!” A villager working at a fruit stand greets as Iris stops checking the produce.

“Heh, don’t worry! I can still make it,” Iris waves. While looking, she overhears a conversation between two men at the next stand.

“What the guards aren’t back yet? They left the village two weeks ago; they should have been back soon.”

“They should be back soon, but you know the distances between other villages these days. Even with the carriages, simple trips like trade would take weeks now.”

“Right? It would be nice if we merchants can use magic. The guards here are just getting slower.”

Out of all the spirits in Harmonia, human spirits are the weakest, and they have no specific clan. Thus, they create villages, and the clans are in charge of helping when needed. However, ever since the war ended, the clans no longer have ties with the village. The villages now struggle against monster attacks and food shortages. Many have been destroyed, but there are some villages who were able to survive and live independently.

“Hey, Iris. You okay?” The fruit bender snaps her back from her thoughts. She waves awkwardly and continues to her destination.

One of them is Greenville: The Village of Hope. After the war, Greenville began to house refugees. Now, Greenville becomes a place where all spirits can live together peacefully.

“I love this village, but it’s starting to feel cramped,” Iris stands in front of a medium sized building with grey concrete walls and a brown roof.

The Village Diner is Greenville’s most popular restaurant and only restaurant. The owner decided to open this restaurant to lighten the load on the villagers, so they can focus on rebuilding the village. The restaurant is fairly small but cozy. Iris walks into the restaurant with a grumpy dark skinned man who looks at her disapprovingly.

“You came very late, kid. I hope you have a good reason this time.”

“Nah, just the usual.” The young teen smirked proudly as the man shakes his head going back into the kitchen. She catches the small smile on his face though.

She straightens her outfit: a green shirt, long black pants, black work boots, and a brown apron. She ties her brown hair up in a ponytail finishing with her hands on her hips and a determined smile.

“Well, let’s go to work!”