This is my second Beyblade fic. I hope everyone enjoys it.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Beyblade.
Prologue
The young prince sped through the dark thick woods. He could hear them behind him growing ever closer. The sound of there hoof beats broke through the still of night. Sweat started to bead down the young prince's brow. His breathing was starting to become erratic and his bones were beginning to flame with the pain of having to run for such a great distance.
"Why don't you stop running prince," came an over barring voice from the dark shadows of the night. "All this running is in vain for soon we shall have what we desire," said the malice tone which had begun to laugh.
The prince was not about to give up. No way in hell would these terrible men gain the riches which he carried. As he made his way through the unruly underbrush he stumbled over a thick stump which protruded forth from the ground.
The riders had heard the young prince's commotion when he had fallen to the muddy earth. Soon they came to a glade and saw the young prince lying on the cold earth struggling to regain his balance.
The prince looked up and to his horror the riders had finally found him. His time had come he new all to well that this would come to be. He struggled to his feet readying himself to try and run once more but the riders made sure that all his passages were blocked.
"No," he whispered. "This can't be," thought the prince.
The riders slowly closed the space around the young prince there swords raised ready to send the prince's soul for flight.
"Hand it over boy," came the dark voice once again.
"Never," yelled the young prince, his voice ringing through out the glade.
Then the dark woods were lit with an unearthly white light as if day had come suddenly. The riders were blinded by the immense rupture of light which now surrounded the whole glade. There horse reared and bucked in fright at the unnatural phenomenon. The riders were dislodge from there places upon there horse's and sent flying into the cold earth. Soon the light evaporated and darkness fell upon the wood once again. The men disoriented and confused stood and looked around the now dark glade. As there eyes began to adjust they noticed the young prince was gone.
Well that is it for the prologue. Please review and tell me what you think. Should I keep going? I am also open to any suggestions you might have.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Beyblade.
Prologue
The young prince sped through the dark thick woods. He could hear them behind him growing ever closer. The sound of there hoof beats broke through the still of night. Sweat started to bead down the young prince's brow. His breathing was starting to become erratic and his bones were beginning to flame with the pain of having to run for such a great distance.
"Why don't you stop running prince," came an over barring voice from the dark shadows of the night. "All this running is in vain for soon we shall have what we desire," said the malice tone which had begun to laugh.
The prince was not about to give up. No way in hell would these terrible men gain the riches which he carried. As he made his way through the unruly underbrush he stumbled over a thick stump which protruded forth from the ground.
The riders had heard the young prince's commotion when he had fallen to the muddy earth. Soon they came to a glade and saw the young prince lying on the cold earth struggling to regain his balance.
The prince looked up and to his horror the riders had finally found him. His time had come he new all to well that this would come to be. He struggled to his feet readying himself to try and run once more but the riders made sure that all his passages were blocked.
"No," he whispered. "This can't be," thought the prince.
The riders slowly closed the space around the young prince there swords raised ready to send the prince's soul for flight.
"Hand it over boy," came the dark voice once again.
"Never," yelled the young prince, his voice ringing through out the glade.
Then the dark woods were lit with an unearthly white light as if day had come suddenly. The riders were blinded by the immense rupture of light which now surrounded the whole glade. There horse reared and bucked in fright at the unnatural phenomenon. The riders were dislodge from there places upon there horse's and sent flying into the cold earth. Soon the light evaporated and darkness fell upon the wood once again. The men disoriented and confused stood and looked around the now dark glade. As there eyes began to adjust they noticed the young prince was gone.
Well that is it for the prologue. Please review and tell me what you think. Should I keep going? I am also open to any suggestions you might have.