Summary: The barrier between the Fantasy world and the mortal world is crumbling. Only two people can save the world from certain disaster and one was born in the wrong realm. Lila and Kenneth have no idea that the one that's destined to bring the world peace had come to them in the form of a baby girl, they remain oblivious until and old evil appears. This is the side of Irresistible that has never been explored before.

AN: The 8's in this story are nothing more than scene change type thinguies, so you can ignore them. Don't forget to review!

Somewhere a wall began to crumble, bits and pieces falling away to shatter like glass. The magical barrier that had once kept the wall up was fading. Soon the border would be open and all hell would break loose.

"It is almost time. Have you found her?" A darkly clad figure stood before the wall, a smaller cloaked form beside him.

"Yes, I have found her. Her spirit has been born unto two mortals, the princess Delilah and Prince Kenneth." The smaller form's voice was craggy, broken with age. "What do we do now?"

"Go to her, Marcus, make sure she knows of her power, but remember…let no one but the Lady see you!" the tall form pulled back his hood enough to show the dark brown eyes and the face of a young wizard. The only part that could really be seen was his eyes, the rest of his face was in shadow yet the hint of hollow cheek bones showed when he moved his head.

"I know what to do; we've been over this before, Louis. I may be old but I'm not yet senile."

Louis snorted. "Could have fooled me. Now go, make yourself known to her while I find Him. I believe I know where he is now that the Lady has been found." They bowed to each other and Marcus vanished in a whirl of dark blue smoke.

Turning to face the wall, as yet another piece fell, Louis pulled his hood back to hide his face yet again. "By her eighteenth year they will be reunited. But, once the barrier comes down, can the world last that long?" With one last glance at the crumbling wall he walked away. 'We can only hope.'

8

"Marcus?" A soft voice whispered from somewhere beneath the willow tree.

"Aye, lass?" A stout, old looking, man with frizzled red hair and pink skin looked over to his companion.

"Do you really think I can do this? You know this whole save the world and return the barrier thing?" Slim finger plucked at the grass surrounding the base of the tree.

Laughing purple eyes turned to the girl. How she could ask such a question after all her years of training amused him. "You ask such a silly question after all this time; I thought you were smarter than that girl. How many evils have you slain, purified?"

"Yeah, yeah, but how do you know I'm really this 'Goddess of the Realm' person?" Rolling onto her side, silver white hair spilled over her slim shoulders, she frowned at the dwarf.

"You have the eyes; ever changing colors are the sure sign that you are her. No one else's eyes change from one color to the next with every second. Not to mention the powers you wield! The fact that you can create the containment field, a place between realms, is-"

"Yes, I know that much, but I thought this Goddess had a counter part, like a partner." The girl sat up and quickly started to braid her knee length hair. Every time she cut the thick locks the next day they would been to her knees then back to her ankles before she went to bed. She gave up trying to keep it short a long time ago.

"Eve, I told you, on your eighteenth birthday you will be reunited with Him." Marcus sat up and helped her with her hair when she couldn't reach it any more.

"So really I just have to wait until tomorrow." As Marcus tied off the braid she smiled at him. "Thank you." Both of them knew she was thanking him for more than the hair.

"Eve, child, your mother has been looking all over for you!" Eve's grandmother, Queen Olivia, made her way towards the girl. Before the older woman got to the tree Marcus was gone so Eve started walking out to meet her grandmother.

"Sorry grandmamma. I just wanted to get away from all the fuss for a while." By fuss she meant all the planning for her birthday celebration. Eve has said she didn't need a bit party but Lila, her mother, had insisted on throwing a big bash.

"You are my only child, I want to spoil you." Lila had almost died giving birth to Eve so she wouldn't have any more children. Sadly her father had agreed, then again Lila had Kenneth wrapped, tightly, around her little finger. What Lila wanted, Lila almost always got.

"I know what you mean dear, Lila is going a bit over board." Olivia hooked her arm through Eve's as they walked back. There was a comfortable silence between them so Olivia took the time to look her granddaughter over.

The chit had grown almost as tall as her father, reaching the height of five foot eleven inches, well above bother her mother's and grandmothers heads. Although she was tall she wasn't lanky. Her legs made up most of her height and they were packed with muscle, as was the rest of her body. Needless to say the chit was both a good looking girl and a good fighter. Her ankle length hair just accented her height but it wasn't her body build that threw people off, it was her eyes. One moment they would be green then the next they would be red, or silver, or whatever color they decided they wanted to be. It was like they could never make up their mind so they just kept changing, it was almost dizzying but still amazing to watch. She took after her mother with her curves; once again the fullness of them was just accented by her height.

"Don't worry dear, it won't be as bad as you think it will be." At Eve's incredulous look Olivia laughed. "Then again with how much you hate big parties I take that back. You'll survive, just remember that." Laughing she pushed the girl into the house before her.

8

A thin trail of yellow smoke formed where Eve had been sitting, taking the shape of the cloaked Louis. "Is she ready, Marcus?"

The dwarf nodded. "More than ready, although she's only fought the weaker evils she will be unstoppable when they are brought together." Marcus shifted. "Louis, is he expecting her? She told me she had been having dreams of a man that she feels she knows, even though she couldn't see what he looked like in any of them."

Louis smiled. "Yes he is. I knew he was up to something when I saw him at the Dream Pools; it's a good thing though. He knows her and her him, at least spiritually.

Marcus was nodding slowly, one wrinkled old hand stroking his stubbly chin. "At least he was born in the correct realm. He can help further her training far better than I ever could." Marcus turned, bowed, and then disappeared.

"It is a good thing I have told Him everything, he knows what he must do as for her…we'll leave that up to him to tell her." Louis leaned back against the trunk of the tree, glancing out towards the Palace of Lilies. Marcus was wrong; the Lady had been born in the correct realm after all. She had always wished there could be peace between the magical realm and the mortal realm, and now that the two had to work together to restore the balance it was a definite possibility. "On the eve of the eighteenth year…they will be brought back together."

8

A long, wrinkled, finger stroked the scar running along the side of a mans face. She would pay for what he had gone through, what he had to give up in order to be where he was. Half of his body was gone yet the ugly scar that had almost taken his eye was still there. A reminder, he told himself. His lower body was no longer human; his legs had been broken in too many places. 'The bastards. Like being stabbed wasn't bad enough, instead they felt they needed to beat me.' He snorted and glared at his body. No longer was he a man, he was half bird! His legs had been replaced by talons, muscles attached to hallow bones then covered in feathers. It was like someone had taken the lower half of a bird and blew it up to attach to his half dead body. The left side of his body was black, not because he had been burned but because it was the source of his power. He had taken in the first demon that would take his soul, that had been easy, but the pain of being consumed by the monster was excruciating! His skin had turned black with each passing day as the power coursed through that side of him; his right side was left as weak as a new born babe.

"Qualin!" He roared, slamming his blackened fist into the mirror before him, ignoring the small shards of glass that punctured his skin.

A small man, no bigger than the size of a small child, shuffled into the room, his hands clasped before his chest as he bent over due to the large hunch in his back. "You called master?" The mans voice was child like as well but only because of his age, every now and then his words cracked and with every inhale his lugs rattled. In reality the man shouldn't even be alive.

"Qualin, how much longer?" His fingers curled into a fist, pushing the glass deeper but he didn't feel it, he never felt any thing any more.

"Not too much longer master. Remember the plan, make them believe they are safe, let the lady be brought here…let all that was prophesied happen. She can't beat you just like her mother could not." Qualin cackled, rubbing his knobby hands together.

The black man slowly relaxed his hand, staring at the yellow bloods that seeped from the small wounds. "Right…just remember the plan…I'll pay Lila back for her trickery…for my death." He laughed, his head falling back as his chest heaved with the effort. No matter how much he wanted it he was still weak from taking in the demon. 'Just a little longer, you've waited this long, Lucas, you can wait a while longer. Then, then I will take what should have rightfully been mine!'