Simple Girl
Prryha was young and was born into a family of warriors. They were brave, strong, and respected. Prryha trained hard to be the best and to live up to the Nikos name.
Her father and mother were always so proud and showered her with praise. She love it. She was doing what was right. She was going to protect the people. Prryha was going to be a huntress.
"Prryha, you need to focus. Don't let your guard down." said her trainer as he dodged her strike. She sighed and then straightened her stance. Prryha lifted her shield, moved forward, and swung her spear at her teacher. He dodged it in one swift movement and spun his leg out; knocking Prryha on to the floor.
" Not bad, but you do need to focus," muttered the trainer, "how about you take a break."
"Sorry, I wil do better next time." she apologized and glady ran to go outside of the arena. They were working in a small stadium that sat at the top of a hile that looked over the city she lived in. There was a school not far from here. Just down the road; at the bottom of the hill. She looked out past the hill and stared at the school. It must have been recess because kids her age were playing in the afternoon sun. They laughed and giggled; as they ran around the the playground. Prryha smiled. She never really had any friends. Every since she was younger, she was put a little bit higher than ever one else. Prryha didn't mind it. She made her family proud and that's all that mattered. But it did get lonely sometimes. Always a little bit lonely.
One boy was chasing the other children in a game of tag. They squealed and for cover. Phyrra laughed a bright clear laugh. It echoed loudly. The kid ,who was it, looked up and stopped running. He waved and smiled. The other children looked at the boy and turned to see who he was waving at. They stopped playing. Now they were all looking at the girl who was higher than the rest.
Sup my ninjas! I hope you liked my little Prryha story. I'm planning to write a bunch of little one shot fanfics of Prryha's childhood. I just love my sweet angel. Some stories might relate to each other but there probably going to be different pieces of her life.