Well, here's my new story guys! I really hope you enjoy this one, cos I sure as heck am going to enjoy writing it! So have fun and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade or it's characters. But I own this story.

The night was dark, few clouds resided in the magnificent starry sky, giving the moon a greater shine along with the twinkling of the distant stars. The wind blew onto the sand dunes, creating a small sort of sand storm, but barely. A camel could be heard over the howling of the cool wind. It made definate hoof prints in the soft sand as its master sat upon its back. His figure was dark so it was almost very difficult to see any of his features. The camel pulled up onto the hill and settled, crouching down so its master could slide off.

The figure swung his left leg over to his right side to slide off of the camel's back. As he did so, his right foot became twisted in the stirrup, resulting in him falling face first into the sand. "Ow." He muffled. He then stood up as an elderly man was walking past. He smiled and quickly set up a stand, shaking the man's hand, obviously scaring him. "Welcome kind sir! My name is AJ Topper, but you may just call me sir." AJ said. "Do any of these artifacts interest you at all tonight, sir?"

The man shook his head and walking off. "I'm trying to get home." He then looked back at AJ and continued onward. "Tourists, always trying to get you to buy their cheap junk."

AJ shook his head and turned to his camel, which had settled down for the time being. It looked at AJ with its beady camel eyes and chewed on nothing. "You're interested, aren't you?" The camel snorted and spat at AJ, a large blob of green spit on his cheek. AJ shuddered and whiped the spit off. "I shall take that as a no!" He then looked over all of his artifacts and yawned, running a finger over a brass jar. "If only Brad was here, he'd know what to do with his whitty humour and what not." AJ sighed and sat on the ground, leaning his head against one of the legs of his stand. "Oh well, I guess things can't get any worse." Just as he said that, a large sand storm began from the far east. "What is that?!"

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A man with purple hair and black goggles with red lenses over his eyes stood at a ill, holding two pieces of what looked like a set of a gold scarib beatle. He smiled and brought his hands closer together. "Finally, the treasure of the beast will be mine and I shall have the greatest power of all!" He brought the two pieces together, forming a beetle indeed. It grew wings and shot towards a sand dune, already a scarib beetle encrusted within the dune. It joined the other and the hill began to take shape. The man that stood there backed away as his horse whinied in fright and tried to back away, the man keeping a firm grip on the reins.

There was a smaller man standing with him. Seeming to be at least five foot one, with scruffy green hair over his beady brown eyes. The hill then took the form of a tigers head. It looked down at the men and narrowed its eyes. "For whom wishes to enter the cavern of the beast?" The two men stared at the tiger, slightly shocked. It grew impatient. "Speak!"

The taller man pushed the shorter man forward. "Go!"

The shorter man looked back. "But.... but Boris sir..." The small man gulped as he faced the tiger. "Hello, sir. My name is Joe. I would like to enter the cavern of the beast."

The tiger narrowed its eyes further and nodded. "Proceed." It then opened its large mouth, scaring Joe slightly. He stepped towards the entrance, onto the tigers bottom lip. He then stepped over the sand teeth and onto the first step, cautiously. He squinted his eyes shut and opened to see if anything had happened. He breathed a sigh of relief and went the next step down. Then the next until he heard a terrible roar. "GAHHHHH!" The walls began to shake as the tiger began to collapse. "You are not the one! You have tainted the cavern of the beast!" The hill then drooped down, collapsing with both of the beetles falling from the hill and at Boris's feet. "You must bring me, the diamond in the Ruff."

Boris growled and picked up the two beetles, holding them in his hand, clenching his fist. "How could I have been so careless?!" He then got onto his horse and felt something climb up next to him. He looked back and saw a boy with a big nose. He had purple hair sticking out with deep blue eyes.

He coughed and clung to Boris. "Well, this is just great isn't it?! The moment we think we have the sucker and he turns out to be a ninny who gets eaten by the mountain!" He then sighed heavilly and yawned. "I just hope we can find the right sucker soon."

Boris shook his head. "Enough, Ian. We will find the right person. We just have to know... where to look." He smirked and kicked his horse sharply in the side, causing it to gallop forward towards the town, the moon still shining in the starry sky, the stars embedded within the black void twinkling ever so brightly.
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Well, that's chapter one finished with!. How'd you like it? Pretty good? Pretty average? Well I know this chpater was only short, but the next chapter will be up and running very soon, so until then, thanks for reading and please review!

~SD