All language subtitles for Iris.Warriors.2022.WEBRip.x264-YTS.MX-YIFY-English

Right, everyone out of bed.
Come on, leave everything.

Maisie!

Come on, slowpoke.

One, two, three.
Come with me, four!

Right. Come on, come on.

Come with me. Come with me.

Here we go.

Alright.
It's gonna be alright...

What about Ms. Augustus?

No, we don't have time.

Come on.
It's alright, it's alright.

Let's go.

Three, four, five...

Jenny and Simon.

Come on. Jenny. Come on.

Jenny.

Simon.

Here we go.

Dusty.

We'll wait for the all clear.

Before you know it,

we'll be curled back up
in our beds again.

It's alright. It's alright.

Sh.

It's alright.

They must be right
overhead, Miss.

I think they hit
the power station.

But if they are that close
they'll be passed us soon.

To come down!

Well. That was closer
than I'd care for.

What a wonderful place.

You know, I think I might take
my holidays here this year..

You're silly, Miss.

We don't want to spend
our holiday here.

Why not?

It's got everything you need.

It's got fresh water...

place to sit.

Beautiful view.

What is this?

Brick?

A wonderful view

of some fine bricks and mortar.

But we're trapped!
How will we ever get out?

Get out. Why on earth
would you want to get out?

We've only just arrived.

But what about
our lessons tomorrow.

I don't like it here, Miss.
It's too dark.

Too dark, you say?

Too dark and too scary.

No.

It's not...

too dark, it's...

It's just not light enough.

Light enough?

See, that's the thing
about darkness.

It never lasts.

Even in the middle of winter,

when it's cold
and wet and gloomy,

when the days are short,

when your breath
steams up the window,

it always gets light...

even if just for a few hours,
doesn't it?

Darkness never lasts.

Shall I read you a story?

Yes, please!

Does it have guns and battles?

It does have battles.

Okay, then.

Now...

this story...

happened a long, long time ago.

You see, most people
think that light

was the first thing
in the world...

but they're wrong.

The first thing,

the very first thing...

was darkness.

But as I said,
the thing about darkness is...

it can't last forever.

Oh!

In the beginning,
darkness ruled the world.

Thriving in her cold
and dreary isolation,

she knew that as long
as she covered the world

in her dark embrace,

she would be safe,

invincible...

untouchable.

The one and absolute ruler
of her shadowy domain.

For eons, her dark shroud
covered everything

in a frozen carapace of light.

The black icy see shards
spreading in every direction.

All-enveloping,
darkness stretched forever

back into the frigid past
and endlessly on

into a bleak, eternal future.

Safe.

Secure.

Smothering.

Then in an instant,

it all changed,
her certainty blown apart.

Split asunder.

There was something else,

something strange had
invaded her world.

It was unfamiliar.

It was unwelcome

but it was entrancing
none the less.

Light floated gently in the air.

Light was fast and agile.

He moved quickly,
leaving a trail of his presence

and luminescence in his wake

as he twirled
and flitted around darkness.

Darkness crept toward him.

She was irresistibly
drawn to him.

And for that,
she immediately hated him.

But when she got closer,

when she saw light better,

her feelings changed.

She wanted him,
wanted to possess him,

to control him.

Light saw darkness smile
and he smiled too.

And so, like revealed himself

in all his brilliant,
white glory.

The heart of darkness
was full of desire,

of possession,
the need to claim,

to hold, to absorb.

Light sensed her need
to control him,

own and restrain him.

He knew he could not stay.

Hold on.

You said there were battles.

This is a love story.

I like it, Miss.

But they were kissing and stuff.

Where's the battles?

They're coming?

Without warning light vanished.

[low, mysterious instrumental

Darkness was sad and angry.

She longed for light,
felt betrayed.

But when she dreamt of revenge
for his betrayal,

she felt something
stirring within her.

Light had left her a gift.

Feelings she had never
imagined washed over darkness.

Could it be?

Was it possible?

What strangeness was this?

Something growing inside her.

Unimaginable pain
wracked darkness.

What had he done to her?

She grasped her stomach,

plunged her fingers deep

into the crevices of
her frosty cape.

Darkness shook,
shuddered, gasped

as more colors burst
forth from her

in stunning profusion.

Red, Orange,

- Green...
- Wow.

Blue,

Indigo

and Violet.

Each one was an exquisite,
radiant color

that brought joy
to the dreary world

that darkness inhabited.

Violet is a gentle warrior,

her soothing presence,

a comfort to her
brothers and sisters.

Green was the kindest
of the warriors,

nurtured the others,

was a friend
to all living things.

Red was full of energy
and passion.

A fiery warrior.

He was spirited and committed,
honest and true.

Blue was nurturing,
insightful and patient,

a powerful presence
among the warriors.

Indigo was full of love,

cared with all her heart,

would do anything to protect
her brothers and sisters.

Orange was happy and energetic,

hungry to explore
and discover everything

their world had to offer.

Yellow was fun and playful,

bursting with life and strength.

The leader of the warriors,

the others looked to him
for guidance.

As she gazed upon her children,

she finally understood love,

Did not want to go back
to her boring life of isolation.

She would never
have to be alone again.

She had her beautiful children,

the Iris Warriors.

Darkness was delighted.

Tried to keep them close
so she wouldn't lose them

like she had lost light.

But the more she smothered them,

the more they wanted to be free.

They scattered like clouds
before a strong wind,

flying and flitting
in every direction,

rejecting darkness' embrace,

skipping and leaping and running

from her clawing,
grasping hands.

Like Light,

she wanted them for her own.

And like Light,
the more she tried to hold them,

the more they slipped
through her fingers.

As Yellow passed by

his brothers and sisters
following close behind,

Darkness beckoned her firstborn
to come to her.

He ignored her.

She called out to
the rest of her children

but they too neglected her,

not because they feared her.

They simply have no
interest in their mother.

I love the Iris Warriors.

But Darkness is so strong.

She's creepy.

Once again,
Darkness found herself betrayed

by something beautiful.

She felt ugly and unwanted,

slow, cumbersome and dull.

She wished she
had never known Light

or their bright,
beautiful children.

Darkness was cold,
boring and dull

compared to their world.

A beautiful
butterfly fluttering by

was more exciting than her.

A bright blooming flower
more interesting than her.

A jeweled fish more
captivating than her.

Darkness wept with loneliness

and the hatred within her grew.

After the
Iris Warriors had passed,

there was something new
glimmering in the distance.

A shimmering
pool lay at her feet.

Bright fish swimming in it like
glimmering, sparkling jewels.

She hated it.

Her children may have the power

to bring color
and life to the world

but she could bring the cold,

bitter dregs of darkness
and destruction.

Wait, wait!

She can't do that.

That's what darkness does.

Creeps around.
It chokes. It destroys.

But why would someone do that?

Why would someone drop bombs?

Because they're evil.

Shadows began to emerge.

Small versions of darkness

born of her wicked, dark mind.

An army of wretches
created to do her bidding.

The Iris Warriors were too busy
playing and having fun

to notice Darkness and
her Black impish shadows

as they wreaked
havoc on their world.

When darkness saw
the carefree indifference

of the Iris Warriors,

it empowered her to keep going.

Oblivious to
his mother's torment,

Yellow led his
brothers and sisters

around their world,

leaving trails of their
vibrant presence everywhere.

Wherever they went,
they brought new,

exciting things to life,
imbuing the universe

with their color and beauty,
their fun and excitement.

She stalked them,

her army of shadows
smothering everything

the Iris warriors created.

As soon as the
Warriors moved on,

the shadows
scurried in darkening,

destroying, desecrating.

Now, Darkness wanted more.

She wanted to weaken

and imprison the Iris Warriors.

She would
manipulate each of them,

force them to
abandon each other.

They would all experience the
bitter pain of betrayal

just as Darkness had.

And so the battle began.

Is she going to
hurt her own children?

I thought you wanted battles.

I did, but not like this.

Indigo was
Darkness' first target.

The shadows crept close,

whispered suggestions to her,
froze her heart,

fed her greed.

Indigo watched Yellow

happily playing with some
beautiful birds he had created.

She demanded
that he play with her

but Yellow simply laughed
at his sister and moved away.

Indigo's greed
festered and grew.

Yellow, he loved nothing more

than playing and merriment.

Life was meant to be enjoyed.

When the shadows approached him,
he ignored them.

They were boring and dull.

And so the shadows lulled
Yellow to sleep with a lullaby.

And as his eyes closed,

the shadows began
to devour the bright,

beautiful world he had created.

Working with the shadows,

Indigo encouraged Red
in his pursuit for Violet.

Fueled and tempted
further by the shadows,

Indigo worked with the shadows

to feed Red's lusty passions.

She encouraged him to
claim Violet as his own,

extolled her
magnificent qualities,

assured Red that
he deserved Violet.

She should be his.

Orange saw the world

full of wonderful things

that they had brought to life.

Wanted it all.

Darkness smiled
her wicked smile.

Another Iris warrior
had succumbed to her wiles.

Her work was almost complete.

As Red and Violet
prepared to run off together,

Green stormed over to them,
enraged.

She tried to lure Red to her,

her sparkling
emerald eyes blazing.

Green tried to
get Yellow to help her

but he did not
want to be bothered

with such a trivial matter.

Blue had the sense
to see what was happening

but he couldn't control himself.

When Green found Blue,

he wasn't pleased to see her.

He was angry and
filled with wrath.

He berated Green,
turned away from her.

Darkness whispered to her child.

Anger and rage welled up,
consumed him.

The world the Iris Warriors had
created was nearly gone.

Darkness and her
shadows swarmed around,

turning everything to black.

Her children were
paying for their irreverence.

The growing
darkness wormed its way

into Yellow's head,

a nagging voice
that he could not ignore.

He shivered as he
woke from his slumber,

saw the cold
blackness all around him.

Finally, he realized
how foolish he had been.

He was their leader
but he had failed them.

His mother had poisoned him,

poisoned them
all with her hatred

And he had been oblivious
to her wicked, devious ways.

Darkness was winning the battle.

Yellow pleaded
with each sibling,

begged them to work with him,

to be strong,
powerful as they had once been.

But they all feared Darkness,

would not fight her.

Yellow felt the stinging chill

of his mother's hatred.

If he were to make a difference,
he must act alone.

There was a flash of light
as Yellow confronted Darkness,

a wave of Yellow luminescence
as he stood up to his mother.

Tried to drive her back.

Yellow hurled
himself at Darkness,

gave everything
but it was not enough.

Darkness stood firm

but Yellow was determined.

Once more, he pressed forward.

Yellow continued to fight.

But he was tiring,

her Arctic breath
sucking the life out from him.

The other Iris Warriors watched
horrified as he fell back,

his beautiful
Yellow light dimming.

Yellow's light dimmed, faded.

A scream escaped Green's lips.

She lived to help others,
to give of herself

and so she threw her beautiful
light at her dark mother,

defending her brother.

Darkness was a total
contrast to her children.

Powerful,
hateful, brooding, demonic.

The shadows darted among them

with quick, angular movements,

sniping, picking.

Three shadows surrounded Violet,

separated her from the others.

Violet turned and spun,
swooped and fluttered

but they had her trapped,
cornered, outnumbered.

The other Warriors tried to help

but each time one of them
tried to come to her rescue,

they were
driven back by Darkness

and the other shadows.

As the shadows
jerked and cavorted

between and among the warriors,

their colors began to fade,

their energy lessened.

Violet was getting weaker,

her beauty dimming,

her light leaching out of her as
the shadows got closer, bolder

as they sensed her weakness.

No!

Yellow knelt
beside his fallen sister.

Gently took Violet's hand,
glanced up at Green.

They had failed her.

Darkness sneered,

pressed forward,

the shadows at her heels,

hissing and
snapping and snarling.

She smiled her cold smile,

gathered the shards of
her frozen cape around her,

swooped down on the
Warriors with brutal certainty.

The Iris Warriors
swiftly surrounded the shadows,

leaving them with no place
to run and no way to escape.

Darkness flickered.
Began to weaken.

The Iris Warriors
closed in on darkness,

forming a tightly
bonded circle of power.

Their colors
combined into a dazzling,

bright light.

Not their individual colors,

but the pure,
brilliant white of their father.

The light grew even brighter,

washing over darkness,

engulfing and enveloping her,

lighting every
dark corner of their world.

Darkness was vanquished.

With a last gasp, she fled.

A new world had been
created by the Iris Warriors,

slowly revealed its beauty,

its color, its radiance.

The Iris Warriors were united,

joined forever and
shining down on the world.

They called themselves the Sun

and shone their
bright yellow rays

in honor of the
Yellow Warrior's bravery

and courage against Darkness.

Today, when the Sun
looks down on the world,

there is great joy.

The Iris Warriors
made the ultimate sacrifice

but created something amazing

that will always watch over us.

Darkness still has her place,

still creeps back each night

but she knows
she can never triumph,

that each day the Sun will rise,

each day light
will bring us warmth,

comfort...

Life.

And today and forever more,

the Sun weeps at the memory
of what happened that day.

The sparkling silver
droplets fall from the sky

and kiss everything below.

For a short, magical moment,

they bring to life
all the Warriors' colors

in a divine rainbow,

a reminder of how the
world was made beautiful

and safe from
Darkness and her shadows

by the virtues and
sacrifice of the Iris Warriors.

I knew they would do it.

They just had to work together.

Remember.

Darkness never lasts.

Can you bring that?

I think they're all here!

It's alright, come on.

Hello. Come up here,
come up here.

One at a time, one at a time...

Stay close, okay?

Come on.

Up you go.

I wasn't scared, Miss.

Ms. Augustus
said it would be fine.

C'mon, slowpoke.