The only thing I heard was my heavy breathing, I could not move. I was floating in the midle of nothing. I tried to move but I was afraid I would fall into the black nothingness and never come back. Slowly a light came to me. At first it was bright and blinding but then I realized it had something inside. The light wrapped around me and showed me it's secrets.

I emerged in a room, it was daytime and everyone seemed immersed in confusion and panic. The air was heavy and hot and I started to feel anxious. A big white bed seemed to be the center of the confusion. Handmaidens ran from left to right, a doctor seemed so focused that not even a earthquake could bother him, a man squeezing a delicate hand of a woman. Her face could even make a blind man see her pain, she was sweating and her skin was so white that it seems to be made of gardenia petals. The man beside her looked as he was trying to convey her pain to him. He was tall and well built, his hair was the same colour as staws from a vast fields and all pulled back but some hairs fell on his forehead, his eyes were dark blue. He looked composed in his black suit and had a silver cross on his tie, just like Integra has. That little detail and all the similarities made me wonder if that man wasn't Integra's father ... My father.

The woman's screams turned louder and she gritted her teeth, I became dizzy and numb. That moment seem to last forever and then... and then silence. The whole world stopped, the screams ceased, the tension in the air became palpable and suddenly a baby's first breath followed by signs of life, screaming and crying. The woman became whiter than anything I had ever seen, the light focused on her in a way that she almost resembled death, so skinny and fragile. The light on her green eyes had disappeared. The baby took all her essence and how she seemed a rotten shell that the baby would no longer need. The father was too entertain with the new gift of God to realized that slowly and slowly his wife's life slipped by everyone. More and more blood came out of her, it started dripping down the bed.

A strong wind rose from nowhere but I was the only one to feel it. As the father came closer to his wife with the baby in his hands, all his happiness was washed away of his face. The sudden realization that his wife was no longer with him struck me right in the heart. A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked back. It was that angel, her cloak covered half of her face and she was smiling.

-Is this all your doing? -I felt as I was fading away and my voice was cold and serious.

-No, my child. All of this was your doing... -Her smile seemed so cold and machiavellian that I could not understand the riddle she just said. -That child is called Iris Ash Wingates. That child will grow up in pain and misunderstanding. That child will become hated and unwanted. Look at the pain that you brought upon your father.

I stood in silence. The world became once again as broken and unmerciful as it has always been. In that moment invisible hands grabbed me by my neck and a fierce fury burned my heart and condemned me to die.

-Poor child, the reason why you were abandoned by your own blood was nothing than you could control. Your sister will never know you exist and now that she doesn't she want you. Your father will forget you exist, he will forget that you plucked the life out of his wife as a human does to a flower. He will die in hate and regret. -Each word she said strikes me as a whip and ripped my skin, exposing feelings and bleeding me to death, drowning in my own blood and combusting in my own fury. -But I died for you, my child ... I loved you until the very end. You bring in you my own life and there is no other gift I could give to you. United by our blood, we shall bring despair on those unworthy to live and those who broke your innocence, who brought you pain. I am here, Iris ... Come to me ...