Anne threw her back pack down. Time to go to her game. Anne looked at her nice computer, so nice and sleek. "Time to get to business." Anne sighed as she sat down.
Night Rose looked at the dirt. It stated ‘Night Rose was here!’ in big letters. The girl looked at the stick she had used to write the message and discarded it. She was bored, quite bored.
Everything seemed quiet in Earth World. The looming trees stretched up into the fake sky. Their leaves shielded most of the sun, making the forest dark and somewhat mysterious. The one thing that really caught the light was Night Rose’s own sword. It lay next to her feet and a sliver of sunlight lay on it. But a sliver was all it needed. It glistened and threw light onto the dirt and the trees.
Night Rose bent down and picked up her sword. She fingered the blade lightly, careful not to cut herself. She was very skilled with her sword and kept it with her always. She was bad at healing and hand-to-hand combat but her skill with sword could not be denied. It was what she spent most of her time doing. Practice makes perfect.
((Opps, here is her real apperence
Anne))
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