(Both from my own novel…they later become best friends.)

Amanda grasped her bow, breathing shallow breaths as she swiftly dodged a swing from an axe. A woman, about 17 stood harshly with pale white skin, and her eyes were a blood bath red. Addicting yet painful. Her skull was cracked, yet she still stood like she was alive, as if it was nothing new for her. The hair from her head mostly covered it though, as she wore a deep yellow and red flower crown tied around her head, matching her pony tail black hair. As for her outfit, an informal dark jacket with black ripped jeans, almost if black and red were the only colors she had ever seen in her life.

“Quite the swift one.” She said in a mellow but raspy tone, tossing the axe in the air and catching it. Blood was on it.

“Who are you?” Amanda said in a steady tone, slowly pulling out an arrow from her quiver, “someone from another universe? Seems like I get those often now.”

The woman could be seen with her lip curling up on a side, slightly smirking, “Ash,” she finally replied, “and you.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“Amanda.” Amanda said, putting her arrow in her left hand.

“Pleasure is mine.” Ash remarked. No sign of any sort of village surrounded the area, as it was just a forest with any animals trancing or running around. But a small cabin, where Amanda lives, away from anyone and anything.

Two people of hatred, facing each other. The only differences was that Ash was a cold hearted princess, and I’m not just saying it as a slang, “now let’s just skip to the part where I kill you.”

“Is that a challenge?” Amanda raised an eyebrow, grinning back.

“I wouldn’t care if you killed me.” Ash rolled her eyes, “now shut up, and let’s get this over with quickly.”