She was not only noticeably faster than every other child at her elementary school, she was stronger too. Iris was always told that her dad came from an ancient line of knights and that the men in her mom's family had been famed Colombian bors. While that was indeed mostly the truth, even Iris' stout genetics couldn't explain why she saw heavy fog and rain, even when her schoolmates and teachers swore it was clear and sunny. "Uh, yeah. She's about to sacrifice her? Duh? Maybe supper was a bad choice of words —" "Oh, I don't think so." The witch snatched the prom queen's wrist with a firm grip and the young girl froze. Literally. Her stiff body turned a dark shade of blue and moments later she fell to ground with a resounding clunk. Iris rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Different, how?"