Amber

A young boy ran briskly through a forest with a frown on his extremely handsome face. He was wearing a plain black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head to cover his hair. Strapped to the side of waist was a sword still in it's sheath.

Everytime the boy's feet landed on the ground, he would appear metres away in the distance like a phantom without even leaving an afterimage. It was as if he was using a strange version of teleportation.

Chasing after him was a blue haired girl on a bike were a crop top and a short shirt. A large claymore was strapped to her back, but it wasn't sheathed, boldly displaying it's blade.

The dark grey blade of the claymore which was riddled with glowing green runes gave off an intimidating and dangerous vibe to whoever set their eyes on it. From the size alone, one could only imagine how powerful the wielder must be to have the ability to use it in a battle.

The forest today was exceptionally quiet except for some tweets from the scarce birds f