The Darkest Angel

Miaka heard a demon cry in the far off distance. She ran towards the distant noise and into the swampy area before her. She held her grip tighter onto her staff which she held by her side.
Miaka was highly skilled it the dark artsÂ…or magic as most people call it nowadays. She was taught this skill since was bornÂ…almost seventeen years. Her father had recently died and she was determined to protect this hall with her life. The hall in which her father had lived in and taught her everything, the hall in which she ran away from in order to sway the enemy. She had heard the demons shriek from the hall. She knew this was a strong demon. She had to protect this place. She was gonna be there for the rest of her existence.
She finally reached an open area of the swamp. This area was lush, much unlike the swampy area she was traveling before. This was the area in which her father taught her, she remembered this place well. She looked around the area for any sign of the demon. Then in the clearing she found a demon, much unlike the others, lying across the floor. It had appeared as if she had just been tortured.
You can now choose who you'd like to play out the story! Sorry that both of them are females, if you dont like it then go read someone elses story!