OBLIVION SHORTS
THIRD PERSON’S POV
“Hey! Careful!” the security guard shouted from the small guardhouse in front of the school entrance as a small girl ran past him.
“I’m getting late, I’m getting late,” she said as she panicked. Her hair was frizzy from the air blowing her hair away, her shoes were covered in mud and one noticeable thing about her was an unsheathed katana bouncing at her back instead of a backpack.
“Dad’s going to kill me if I’m late,” she said, “this is Irene’s fault. I shouldn’t follow her ideas anymore.”
The little girl was on her way to her father’s studio where they will train. This training happens three times a week in order to sharpen the girl’s skill. However, at the young age of 8 years old, the little girl’s skills could let her spar with veteran knig
