The Writer
Your Doom
Flower was on her way to the castle with her father. She was in a blue dress with darker purple near the bottom of the dress. She pushed her snow white hair behind her ear. As she and her father came close to the castle people started staring at her. Yes, her hair was rare but did that have to stare. She looked at her father who rubbed her shoulder to reassure her. She smiled a bit. Flower wasn't a normal girl, she was raised by her father and knew the way of the sword well.
Flower looked at her dad. He seemed proud. He looked at her with that "be good." Type of look. Flower had a habit of getting into fights. She sighed and nodded but smiled happy for her father. She stood and looked at he gaurds who soon let us in. She glanced at their swords and smiled lightly. She loved swords. She looked at her dad.
Flower looked at her dad. He seemed proud. He looked at her with that "be good." Type of look. Flower had a habit of getting into fights. She sighed and nodded but smiled happy for her father. She stood and looked at he gaurds who soon let us in. She glanced at their swords and smiled lightly. She loved swords. She looked at her dad.