Hi everyone, Queen Isis Moonchild here! I decided to get off my lazy butt and start writing my story with or without self-confidence in said story. So here is the prelude to my story, and yes I know it is short. It is only supposed to be a flashback of sorts. The beyblading will come soon I promise.

Disclaimer: I own both didley and squat. Actually I own my characters. That's all.


Our journey begins thousands of years ago in the shifting sands of Kmet. The moon watched silently over the dunes of Deshret, its gentle light fell on a temple tucked away from prying eyes

on the outskirts of Hwt-ka-Ptah. Six cloaked figures were standing in a circle chanting in their native tongue. An unseen seventh figure was chained in a closed sarcophagus flailing about in

agony. The six chanters could only hope that the other would stay bound. All were cursed that night, but the curse of the seventh was greater. She would never pass on to the next world;

she was bound to the earth for eternity. In her earthly life she would know the pain of all that she had done a hundredfold. The chanters stepped back as she had finally become silent.

Now they must wait until she was born again, where and when they would not know. The curse had begun….


Well that wasn't too awful…I think. Anyways, please review if only to reaffirm that I actually exist. I will try to update soon.

Note: Kmet is the ancient Egyptian name for Egypt

Deshret is the ancient name for desert (I think I used it correctly)

Hwt-ka-Ptah is the ancient name for Memphis