"Apatura, I promise I will try my best to help you. I am now one of you." Iris stood up, her goal to survive and defend Apatura.
"If everything has an opposite reaction, then what was the opposite reaction to the being's power, especially Apatura?" Iris pondered on the question for hours, trying to find an answer, but nothing came to fruition.
Iris walked around the perimeter where the fight occurred, seeing the many craters and fallen trees to try and find fruit that fell or an unfortunate animal that died.
Iris stumbles upon a large stack of massive fallen trees; she slowly and carefully climbs the stack, trying her best not to make the trees fall and to run away if she sees an animal.
She reaches the top. Looking around, she sees a tree with blue fruit on the bottom part of the stack. She tries to push herself into a limited area to get the fruit, but every time she extends her hand to try to retrieve it, the pile begins to shake, causing panic for Iris.
Iris, standing up on the pile, trying her best not to move, began to think about many possibilities. My shield. Will it be strong enough? Or should I try to hunt? What would Apatura do? What can I even do?
Iris decides that by trying to create a shield, she closes her eyes, imagining a strong, thick, dark green shield. A shield strong enough to defend against a tree, a shield so strong that nothing will be able to penetrate it.
Iris begins to feel a tingling sensation in her body, her hands feeling a hot sensation. The smell of grass engulfed her nose. Her body feels a large toll on its magical abilities, she gives it her all in creating her perfect shield.
Hitting her limit, she opens her eyes, her eyes filled with disappointment. The shield is her best creation; however, it isn't as strong as she wishes it would have been. It is approximately the thickness of a children's book, the size of her shoulder to arm, and the darkness of an unripe banana.
She raises her shield and smacks it with all her strength into the tree below her.
Boing!
Iris immediately fell on impact, her hands glowing deep red and shocked from the impact. She groans in pain as she begins to see the trees fall in the opposite direction from where she is.
She stands up, her hands hurting, and makes her way to see if the fruit tree has something for her to eat.
She looks to try and find the tree, but there is nothing; her guess is that it's probably too far away or squashed beneath a larger tree. She turns around, her shield revolving around her with fragments of pieces broken.
Iris goes back to where Apatura is located. Seeing the beautiful sky, she felt a strange warmth being beside Apatura, a motherly warmth. Iris irresistibly went to try and hug the cocoon only to be pushed away by a strong shock.
The shock calmed Iris, lowering her heart rate and breathing while giving her the confirmation that Apatura might be alive. However, she does feel a deep sadness that she won't be able to feel the warmth of Apatura for a long time.
Iris stands up, determined to be there for Apatura just like she did for her. Walking to try and find a water source or a weakened animal, which she can kill to survive.
Iris' wobbly walk combined with her extreme hunger lowered her speed; she also became increasingly paranoid about the different sounds and animals appearing as she walked through the trees.
She stumbled upon many animals, animals she had never seen or different versions of animals she learned as a child. Animals ranging from possums with wings, a red panda in a dark green color, and many eagles walking around as she passed by, and the animal that left her paralyzed is the existence of snake, which can extend and retract its legs.
Iris stayed still for a majority of the animals to not be perceived as a threat.
After walking until the sun was setting, she found a water source, beautiful blue water with no visible damage or discoloration. With no animals in sight, Iris remembered the appearance of creatures every night, but she decided to stay, relying on her knowledge of the death of a creature. She says that they will take a break, as they might think that Apatura is dead.
Iris jumps into the water; she needs to find some fish and needs to take a bath. She can't smell herself, but the thought of not showering for many days disgusts her. She decides to go fully clothed as her mother always told her to be careful where she would undress, as you could never know what animal is watching you.
Iris only raises her dress to have more mobility and begins to find fish. The fresh and relaxing feeling of the water calmed her and concentrated on trying to find fish.
She moves in the water, her clothes sticking closer to her body, but she has been too accustomed and dives deeper into the water to try and find fish.
Iris sees a medium-sized fish approaching her, the white cloth appearing to catch their attention. She begins to patiently wait for the fish to get closer. She positions her shield on top of her to kill the fish without any problems.
The fish arrived where Iris was floating, looking cautiously at the large floating cloth, and analyzing its size.
Zap
Iris' body violently begins to be electrocuted by the fish; she, in an act of desperation, mindlessly drops the shield to kill the fish.
The electric current stopped, the water showing hints of red. Iris dives to find the fish. Her eyes shining with pure joy seeing the fish decapitated with her shield, she picks up the fish and makes her way out of the water.
Feeling refreshed and with a source of food, Iris makes her way back. The path she made was paved with many broken branches, which she followed.
With the moon out, she walked with more calmness; she saw no animals, and the shield spun around her to dry her.
Iris, after a long walk, finds herself where Apatura is; she grabs many branches and rocks and tries to create a fire.
She begins to smash the rock, but after seeing nothing, she rapidly begins to rub the wood.
Spark
A fire begins; she grabs the burning piece of wood and throws it into a larger pile of sticks.
She then stabs her fish and begins cooking it.
As the aromas of the fish entered her nose, she began to reflect on everything that had happened to her in less than a month.