Dream Nights
Not much of a dream...
The hall was, silent, for the most part. There was a lone girl, with dark green hair and eyes that sparked with a multitude of colors. She held a blank, emotionless expression. She wore a japanese outfit, in colors of tan, orange and brown. She walked graceful and light, gliding over the the hallway with a gentle step. She moved and appeared like a dream. And that was her name, Dream. Dream Nights. The young woman had been in that school for a long time, and she was currently tracking something down. And there it was. Another girl, getting bullied by a group of guys.
"Vision girl? You should be more inventive with your nicknames. She is not the only one with visions. She sees the past and present.." Dream stared at them, and drew one of the swords she had at her side at all times. Sure, the school frowned upon arming the students carrying weapons, but since some students didn't need weapons to fight, it was allowed. She stared them down, her eyes dark and cold. "It's always easier to fight in a group, isn't it? Pitiful." Dream closed her eyes, and reached out. The other girl, had just had a vision, that made it easier to track down her own vision. There. Dream opened her eyes and stared at him. "What a shock. I had a vision as well... It appears I'm going to slice through your arm. You're going to need to go to the infirmary for a good month and a half."
...She's more like a nightmare