I was terrified that Delilah had found me. "Oh no. Not her." I thought to myself. I turned around quickly to see that Delilah was right in front of me. "At last. We meet for سیکنڈ time my child." Delilah grabbed my arm and said, "Come with me! We have much to work on." Then, out of nowhere, a dagger was thrown at Delilah's shoulder. "Ugh!" Delilah's arm was now dripping with her blood. "Curse آپ terrorist!" She screamed. Chantal was standing there with her sword drawn. She then said, "Leave him alone witch!" Delilah smiled, then started to taunt her. "Do آپ honestly think that آپ can protect him? He'll be mine soon Chantal. آپ might want to back off now, while still can." Chantal, now getting agitated, said, "The Earth-God is not something that want to trifle with. His power cannot be contained سے طرف کی anything." Delilah smiled, then said, "True. But, however, his power can and will be wielded." "You may be able to wield him, but you'll never control him, unless he lets you." Chantal started. Before Chantal continued, she looked at me, back at Delilah, then said, "You'll never get him as long as I live!" Delilah grabbed Chantal سے طرف کی the throat while enraged. "Then you'll die protecting him!" She sneered. "Leave her alone!" I screamed. Delilah looked at me, then smiled while crushing Chantal's throat. "And what are آپ going to about it human?" Delilah flicked her wrist which made me fly into a tree. Delilah then cocked her hand back and punched Chantal in the face. I then screamed at the سب, سب سے اوپر of my lungs, "Chantal!" The سیکنڈ after I screamed in anger is when I started producing a beacon of emerald-green mana fire. Delilah gazed at me in a slight mixed emotion of fear and amazement. Delilah then کہا one word. "Omni-blood." Then Delilah teleported away. I rushed to Chantal's side. "Are آپ alright?" I asked her. "I'm alrigh..." Chantal was petrified from what she seeing on me. "Cesar. You're on fire!" I noticed that the green آگ کے, آگ was still on me. "Oh. Sorry." I snapped my fingers which extinguished the flames. I then asked her, "What happened?" Chantal responded with a beautiful calm smile. "You're an Omni-blood."
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve سال old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays Piano and گٹار and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that آپ could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story یا movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, یا feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as آپ probably know. Imaginary دوستوں can be anything آپ want them to be. An animal, a creature آپ made up, a monster, یا just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary دوستوں that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that آپ could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story یا movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, یا feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as آپ probably know. Imaginary دوستوں can be anything آپ want them to be. An animal, a creature آپ made up, a monster, یا just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary دوستوں that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the اگلے day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue شرٹ, قمیض that کہا "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she کہا "Oh! I didn't give آپ a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
