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Ten guards, one girl.
The girl looked considerably calm considering the position she was in.
And all she had were twin daggers, one in each hand. While all the guards had very sharp looking katanas.
The girl's name was Fjord Cannon. She was ten years old, and much different than other girls her age. She had short burgundy hair to her chin, and grayish-blue green eyes. And instead of wearing kimonos like most women, she wore a skirt to her knees. Brown in color, with cream at the bottom. Her sleeves on her shirt went down to her elbows and were pretty much the same. She also had brown boots.
All the guards lunged at Fjord. Both sides fought brutally. The guards were dead. Fjord finally won.
At least without getting seriously injured first.
There were some cuts on her arms and many on her legs, almost not being able to walk. She also had a small cut on her stomach. The last was the worst, a deep gash on her face. It went from a little above her eyebrow to her cheek. It would someday become a scar.
Not to mention she was very weak and about to pass out.
Just need to find a place to stay the night, thought Fjord.
Walking past house after house, she finally came by one where hopefully she could stay.
It wasn't really a house, it was more of a school.
It started to rain…hard.
Darkness started to claw at her vision. Just a little more, she thought.
Fjord knocked on the door a couple times.
Just as the door opened she blacked out. And fell into a pair of warm arms…
(end chappy)
Me: so what do ya think? Good? Bad?
Ata: Is a muse I think it sucked.
Moon: is also a muse you think everything sucks Ata
Sun: is sugar high I WANT HOT BISHIS!
Me: sweatdrops at all comments ok… R&R PLEASE!
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