Blood Stained Snow
Chapter 1: The 1st Girl
The moon gleaned high above the barren trees providing the only source of light constantly fading in and out between the large clouds. Snow fell blanketing the ground at an outstanding rate. A girl was walking through the frozen wasteland. She stood out against the pure white snow wearing a heavy black dress, black boots that went to her knees and a hooded cape the color of blood. The wind howled constantly blowing her hood off to reveal her short black hair with chunks of red throughout. The young girl blinked and snow fell from her eyelashes to her cheek but she could no longer feel it. Her nose, ears and hands turning blue and purple from the frostbite eating away at her. She walked with a limb using her scythe to keep herself upright. Her footprints were followed with splatters of crimson blood dripping from her fresh wounds. Her name was ruby rose.
Chapter 2: Dried Blood
The sun began to rise bringing with it the long forgotten feeling of warmth. Ruby quickly begin to check her wounds. Dried, frozen blood covered her body making it hard to tell what was a wasn't damaged. Ruby felt as if her whole body was one giant wound. Slowly but surely she forced herself up. And she began to walk again.
Chapter 3: The Sister
A slightly older girl set next to a large brick fireplace. Heat radiated from it filling the small log cabin. The winter storm raging outside was unable to be felt. Large blonde curls framed the girl's face. She stared into the fire in deep thought. She knew that everyone had left without her all those months ago. She turns to look at her stump of a arm, a remind of what had happened. During those long months alone she began to get used to having only one arm. But the feeling of uselessness never faded. All her friends risking their lives out there in the world she knew all too well. A world who has taken so much from her, not just her arm. She walks silently to the old wooden shelf that sets right above the fireplace. On it set a picture of four young naive teens and the weapon that belong to her old arm. It gleam gold in the light of the fire as if teasing her. Tears flooded her eyes. She would never have let them see her cry but now there was no one here. She turns away not able to look at the photo. How could she? The once bright room began to feel much darker. Her name was yang.
Chapter 4: Fighter
The following morning sun poured through the windows forcing Yang to awake from her slumber. Yang slowly wipes her eyes one at a time before getting up. Today she was going to train for the first time since losing her arm. She was not giving up. Her friends need her and she needed them.
Chapter 5: The one of the Shadows
The third was a girl hidden in the shadows of the city, alley ways and roof tops. A girl hidden from the world. Was it embarrassment or fear that had taken over. Either way she could no longer face it. She would rather hide and so she did. She dared not to think of what had become of her friends, Her loved ones. She stands upon a old cross belonging to a crumbling church, the highest point of the city. Her hair was as black as night flying with the wind. Her gold eyes that once held a sparkled but now where red and baggy. Her name was Blake.