Midnightmoon

"Shut up!" Violet snapped. She held the plant in her hand. It became a sharp-winged lance/sword like weapon.

((I know. She's not a normal girl.))

Violet groaned again. Then pulled a dead plant out of the ground.

The girl looked around, then jumped, and landed next to Orlando.

Violet groaned. She slipped her spear into her belt.

A young girl of fifteen stepped around a corner.

"I don't need a gun, and I can hit zombies from up there." Violets spear began to shake. She flew into the air. "A group of about 30 coming this ...

Violet landed. "I can walk if you want."

Violet rolls her eyes and flew into to the air.

"I wasn't talking about the slapping. I was talking about what he said about my father." Violet shuddered again and her wings appeared.

"My father can't control it." Violet said. "And thank you, Jackson."

"He won't." Violet said. "That's what happens when he carries a soul to Hades. That should be the last one."

There was a flash of light again.

"The greek god Hermes." Violet said. "And Yes, that was him."

"My father." Violet reluctantly muttered. She was a little wary about letting these people know who she was, but she didn't want to lie either. "Nice to meet you Viper. ...