Sorry it's just I want one real badly

Here's Booksy's as I write the rest of them. 

Booksy Owly

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Metal sparks flew as the two swords ground together, each owner pressing against the other as they strove for the upper hand. Booksy Owly suddenly released and ducked back, her opponent sliding unsteadily forwards. Slipping around him, she kicked his sword out of his hand and stabbed at him, and he only just managed to roll away from her forceful attack. Grabbing his weapon again, he ducked forwards, slicing upwards and managing to catch her on her arm. A thin red wound appeared on her forearm, leaking scarlet blood. Booksy Owly gritted her teeth, speeding her assault. Around the fighters, the battle raged powerfully, yells and shouts rising above the clangs of steel.

No, thought her opponent, a man from the French village of D’Astre. It cannot end like this! I cannot allow them to take us like this! He swung his sword at Booksy Owly, but she blocked it easily and cut him on his fighting shoulder. He gave a yell of pain, and dropped his sword, unable to hold it. Without any weapon, he was powerless to defend himself as she knocked him down and pointed her sword at his neck. With his last breaths, he gasped out, “N...no! Your people will never win! You… you will all be seen as invaders! You will… hhhh… be defeated!” Booksy Owly smirked, her blue eyes triumphant. She had known from the beginning she would win. After all, she was the master swordsman in her town.

“Oh, I think you’ll find just the opposite. After all… history is told by the winners of the fight.” With those final words, she sliced downwards.

Yeesh. I kinda made you out to be the villain. Not that's necessarily a bad thing... oftimes the villain is the most interesting character. Hope you like it, regardless.

Esthelle

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A paper was slammed down onto Esthelle’s desk. She jumped, startled, as her boss stared down at her. “See if you can file this, rookie,” he said, his mustache twitching. “Second day here, I expect you to know where the directory is.” Esthelle nodded, unwilling to speak back to him. Her boss watched as she picked up the paper and moved to the back, searching for the corresponding client. He smirked, knowing this type of cop. The shy guy who had big, big dreams as a lil’ one and grew up into the cop position. They had to learn real quick that they knew nothing, nothing, compared to him. She was just the same. But… maybe he’d bring her along on a bust. It’d get a real laugh when she realized there was more to being a cop that she’d have to learn about.

That very night, there was word of a slasher escaped on the streets. Quickly the boss gathered cops and sent them out, making sure to include Esthelle. He had good cops in who’d caught before, so when she failed they’d still bag the slasher. The car screeched around a corner, the leading officer barking out commands. Esthelle sat quietly in the back of the car, her gun ready in its holster. Suddenly, a dark figure ran past the car. The leading officer jumped out, pointing his finger after the slasher as he ran. Several officers started to give chase, but the slasher pulled out his own gun and shot at them, hitting several officers. The boss clenched his teeth, ready to call in more support, when Esthelle leapt out of the car and ran after him. “Hey! Rookie!” the boss called, but Esthelle ignored him. Dumb newbie, he thought furiously. She’s gonna get killed. He ran after her, but was met with a shocking sight when he saw what had happened. Esthelle had cornered the slasher, and as the boss watched, knocked the gun out of his hand with a well-aimed round kick. Then she sprang off the wall as the slasher attempted to swing at her, grabbed his hands and smashed them together behind his back, and delivered a knee to his skull, knocking him out. Then she whipped out her handcuffs and cuffed him, carrying him over her shoulder to the shocked boss.

“This rookie has had years of training, learning, and experience,” she said, smiling.

BumbleBuddy

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“Come on! Push yourself! Faster!” The shouts were loud and sharp, and BumbleBuddy strived to work even faster, fight even harder. “If you have any hope of even getting a squirrel, you’ll need to WORK!” BumbleBuddy was momentarily distracted by the sharp-edged tone, and while she was Riley managed to knock her down and stand over her. Her mentor growled, shaking his head in disappointment. “Really, Bumble, it feels like you’re not working. Remember, the ceremony depends on strength, not kindness or bravery like you seem to think.” His words felt like a punch to BumbleBuddy’s stomach, mostly because it wasn’t true. BumbleBuddy was working as hard as she could, but she just wasn’t cut out for fighting. She valued determination over physical skill, but it just wouldn’t be enough. Oh, well, she thought, sighing in defeat. I might as well go to the ceremony tomorrow, even if I won’t summon anything.

The next day when BumbleBuddy got up, she moved more slowly than she ever had, her nerves spiking erratically. All her worries had come to her at once. What if she didn’t summon a Companion? What if she was alone for life? What if she disappointed her parents? What if-- she suddenly realized her hands were shaking, and she tried to calm herself. Finishing dressing, she went out to the carriage and slid into the front seat, next to her father. The ride to the Ceremony was tense and quiet, and BumbleBuddy felt like crying. Finally they arrived, and BumbleBuddy jumped out, steeling herself. She walked up to the altar where the Decider stood, holding the amulet. The stone was shimmering, and all the colors of the rainbow seemed to be sliding across its surface. “You will put this around your neck, and it will decide if you are worthy of a companion,” the Decider said in a flat tone. She clearly must have heard about BumbleBuddy from her mentor, and didn’t expect anything. With trembling fingers BumbleBuddy took the amulet and looped it around her neck. The second it touched her skin, electricity racked her like lightning. She could vaguely see the Decider’s shocked expression, but she couldn’t do anything about it. Far away in her vision, she saw a brilliant white shape move towards her, getting closer and closer until her eyes snapped open, and she dropped to the ground, clutching the amulet tightly.

In front of her was a glowingly white leopard, with icy blue eyes and a powerful, lean form. It walked towards her with a purr, pushing its muzzle into her hand. The Decider looked aghast, her jaw dropped. “But--but how? No one has summoned the snow leopard, especially not a weak girl as you!” BumbleBuddy smiled, stroking the leopard. She had known it all along; it wasn’t the strength of a body that summoned Companions, it was the strength of the heart.

Daisy

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The smog in the air was thick and heavy, and it hung gray over the city, a dark cloud of pollutants. One girl walked along the gravel road, coughing as the smoke stung her eyes and her lungs. The last time she had been here, trees had grown all alongside the path, their leaves green and fresh. But now they had been cut down, and all that remained were jagged stumps. The girl sighed unhappily, continuing into the city. It was saddening to see her once-beautiful region darkened and dirtied by machines and greedy people who littered the land to gain more and more ‘money’. But she was here to fix that. She kept walking through the town, waving to all the surprised people who saw the young girl with fiery red hair and a sunny, golden dress walking down the street barefoot.

She continued to wander through the town, her heart getting damper at every cookie-cutter gray building and car spewing out smoke. FInally, after all the walking, she reached the middle of town. Many people had gathered to see what she was doing too, though several of them were coughing harshly. The stopped in what was left of the park, a raw and uncut patch of dry grass and a few sick trees. She bent down, light seeming to emanate from her and touched the grass.

Where her hand touched, the grass sprang back up, green and strong, and a single white daisy sprouted from the earth.  

Aw, thanks CL! I really like it!

Bunny

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Quiet sobs echoed through the forest as the little boy wandered over the ground. His feet were sore from walking, and his eyes were as heavy as lead, flickering up and down. Finally, he collapsed on the ground, wailing out loud. Lost for hours, it was terrifying being trapped in what seemed like an endless woods, especially to a little child. “Hhck… mom…” he sniffled, wiping his nose. “I din’t mean to go in… it was a bu’erfly…” Suddenly there was a flash of motion at the edge of his vision. The boy flinched back, fearing wolves, bears, or tigers, but all that hopped out was a small, cream-colored rabbit. The little boy’s face lit up, and he toddled towards it, arms outstretched. “Issa bunny…” he repeated. The rabbit waited until he was almost near enough to grab it, then hopped a little further, always keeping ahead of him.

In this fashion the rabbit kept the boy ahead of it, moving a little and leading him around dips, drops, and sharp patches of grass or stone. Finally, just about when the little boy was about to give up and sink down again, faint traces of a dirt path appeared. The rabbit followed it exactly, bounding along it with the little boy close behind. Eventually the road stretched out into a village, and at the head of it was a woman with tear-streaked cheeks. The little boy squealed, and she looked up, her face breaking into a humongous grin. She clasped him in her arms, eyes closed tight. The rabbit waited, eyes sparkling, then gave its coat a shake. As it did, the color changed from cream to black-and-white speckled, and with that it turned to hopped back into the woods.

Violet

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Violet watched from the shadows, her eyes dark with anger as she saw the man strolling along the street. Look at his eyes… they don’t have any shade of guilt… Silently she trailed the man along his path, moving as swiftly and closely as his shadow. They don’t look like the eyes of a murderer… The man sat down on a park bench, whistling softly under his breath. Violet snarled, filled with rage. How could he forget? How could he simply go on with his life when he had cut hers short? But today it would all change. Creeping slowly, her translucent form sliding along the grass of the park, the sunshine filtering through her pale lavender skin, she moved towards the man. Finally, she reached the back of his neck. She so dearly longed to take him quickly, painfully… but she knew she’d never be freed unless she got true, true revenge.

So she waited. She waited, and waited, and for many minutes the man didn’t move. But eventually he rolled his shoulders, chuckling, and stood up to walk away. However, he was frozen solid when he felt a cold hand on his neck. He spun around, bristling, and his jaw dropped open when he saw the familiar young girl, her eyes burning with rage.

“Do you recognize me, Mr. David?” she said in a chillingly sweet voice. “Maybe you do… oh yes, wasn’t it that little girl from the Jekingson house? Do you remember that, Mr. David?” He tried to take a step back, but found he couldn’t move. “A cold-blooded killer disguised as an everyday man…” Violet continued. “What a perfect idea! But, Mr. David, don’t you know that justice will always find you? That vengeance will always come for every innocent life you take?” With that, Violet dove towards the man, faster than a bullet. It was over in a second, and the killer in plain sight dropped to the ground. He wouldn’t move again. Violet floated back, smiling. Though she’d never dream of taking another’s life when she had been alive, it was worth it to steal his before he took more of children’s, children like her who would never grow up. But, after all these years, she was finally at peace.