Well, what can I say. I got bored and wrote this. I know Black Secrets should be my priority right now, but I got sick of it!
Sorry.
Fighting Spirit.
Amethyst the Dark looked at the state of her enemy in a scornful way. They were useless, not worth a would-be Warrior's time. Her lustrous fur glimmered in the darkness, matching her eyes. Her mother's eyes. Everyone said she had them. Everyone had said her mother had her mother's eyes. Didn't that make them her grandmother's eyes? Anyway, enough about eyes.
Amethyst hit every hurdle in her young life with the strength of a knight and the courage of a warrior. She wasn't fazed by boys, bugs or bloodshed. Every obstacle was a battle she must win. She took each hit like dare I say it, a man. But she wasn't a man, nor a woman. She was a girl with a hard life. When she was eight, her father had given her a sword. Not just any sword, but The Sword of Darkness. (The Scepter of Darkness with a long, sharp blade attached to the top) Since then, her father had given her lessons on how to fight. Once, she had even versed her father. And won. It had been the proudest moment in her life. But now, she was on her own. Her father had been kidnapped by the Black Arms, as Black Doom wanted information her father refused to give. Her mother had died in childbirth, but they still communicated because Amethyst was a mediator, also known as a ghost whisperer. But currently Amethyst couldn't speak with her mother's ghost, as Black Doom had sealed her mother away in a foreign sort of Chaos Emerald. Her mission, which she chose to accept it, was to rescue her father, free her mother and return home. With her sword at the helm.
Bit like a mini Bio, huh!
I know, it's weird, but please review if you enjoyed it!
P.S. Guess who her parents are.
Shadamyrox13.