Fear. It was an element that sufficed in every aspect of life across the multiverse. Whether it was fear of something simple or something horrible, it amounted to the same thing; drastic action.

On the world of Aris, fear has already taken root here. The spirits were in a mad rancor. Something was happening to their planet, and they didn't know what to do about it. Naturally, many had assumed that the events regarding Oleander and his antics were the cause. Of course, they were right, but to no degree knew just how far it went.

The "breaches" had grown fervently;" thin yet cancerous red marks threateningly lodged themselves into the skies of the planet, bringing about negative feelings and terrible omens. Being incorporeal, the spirits could only watch as the problem grew, doubting their own ability to do something.

And to make matters worse, there had been an unusual amount of power sent into a small container from the galaxy of the Gems. It had allowed yet another crossover to happen, resulting in the growth of the breaches. The spirits were dead serious that this anomaly was only the omen of more; they had to do something.

So with what they could muster, they called upon a memory, a faint spell linked to the beginning of Aris. Winds blew and powers rose as a being of pure red energy appeared from thin air. He was wrapped in a dark green cloak, his red face and fingers surging with wildness never contained by anything. He had yellow eyes and a hair composed of moving, yet calm, fire that kept in place. Coughing a breath of new life, he looked upon the spirits and hummed a happy tune.

"I take it you were the ones to summon me?" The figure asked with a charming tone in his voice.

We have summoned you, Iris, for a task of utmost importance. An importance to everything there is, ever was, and will be in the reaches of existence.

"Okay," he replied nonchalantly. "What is it?"

In your absence, a great evil conquered this planet and ruined it; he was called Oleander. He was stopped by a coalition of beings from different realms, but his actions opened anomalies across time and space.

"I don't see what the problem is," Iris snapped back. "So what if this Oleander guy created anomalies? What's the big deal?"

These anomalies are growing in size and power, threatening the bonds of the multiverse. The longer we wait, the more cancerous they become. It is your task to stop them.

"How am I supposed to stop them, better yet close them? I've barely used my powers for millions of year, and now I just got back."

Figure it out.

The spirits disappeared into Aris' peaceful atmosphere, leaving Iris there on his own. After a few seconds, he chuckled and turned on his heel to the distance.

"Well, time to get started."

So let me explain. This "epilogue" acts a direct continuation as the main story from Potluck, inferring that certain story elements here were caused by that story. As this series goes on, we'll get more in depth into our new character Iris and what the consequences of Oleander's potluck are.

Now, I have a bit of a big announcement. I love fan fiction and doing this, but the end of the year is approaching for school, and I need to focus on my work by putting in the effort. I'm going to taker a two-week hiatus from fan fiction so I can focus. When I return to writing, I'll be working on finishing Ant-Aunt and starting other stories and pen-shots. I hope you all understand, but don't worry, I'm not going anywhere! This potluck series will continue!