“I didn’t choose Khaoss,” Iris spat. She pushed herself to her feet, and the world reeled under her. She staggered closer, lifting an accusing finger. “And you didn’t either. And the Creaturebloods didn’t. So why are we the ones who suffer?” The Storyteller did not acknowledge Iris’s accusing finger. Her eyes peered into Iris’s soul. “Sweet child, you are right to be angry, though not at El. You think you can exist in Harmony while the world unravels around you? That is not Harmony. Harmony is all parts working toward the same goal. The Firebloods are a part of Unity and must be restored.”
