Ponder the Concept of the Ione....And maybe Iris.

(Just somethings I wrote today; sort of a way of brainstorming/being creative.)

"Ione."
The concept to me was perplexing. I didn't know who or what "Ione" was. Not the slightest clue.
I was too afraid to ask anyone, for any time the subject came to mind--any mind--emotions clouded and stormed over with remorse, apprehension, dread, and some sort of fear.
Fear. What could possible scare these people? These people of power, of prestige...
And if it scared these people, then it most definitely scared me. I didn't want to feel their dread, or remorse, or fear.
"Ione" to me, felt like a poison.
A poison that spidered and spread among the vast entities of overlapping minds. A poison that meant something... Something bad, something dreaded, something dire...
"Ione" meant something was coming.

*****

Iris

She'd never thought for herself. And thinking for herself--even the thought of thinking for herself-was the foremost, most terrifying idea that could taint her reverence.
There was the thought of killing.
There was the thought of stealing.
And there was the thought--that went right along with "killing"--of passing that black, bloody judgment to those who dared to oppose the Hand, to those who, in fact, chose to defy the indefeasible, the supreme. The crucifer.
All those thoughts were not terrible. Not as terrible as the first thought.
The blood was necessary. It was apart of what she'd chosen--her first and only choice--to be.
But the thought of thinking. The choice of choosing. That was what scared her the most. And the fact that she was thinking--actually thinking--to defy that final judgment terrified her. She had made a choice--once and only once before--and the result of that choice...
The blood, the betrayal.
The loss.
The thought of defying that Hand.
She wished she'd never made that first choice.
What should she chose now?