Blackie: Yes another fic, my brain's still wracking on Blue Feathers .
Goldie: We do not own Beyblade, but we do own the characters that are not mentioned on the silver screen.
Blackie: Enjoy.
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Bang Bang Bang.
One after another. A blast after blast.
The war was forever gone, but the wounds still lingered in the souls of who faced the gruesome horrors that would drive the bravest souls to their insanity. The blood chilling screams still echoed through the dungeons as innocent people still were held behind the dull grey bars. A figure is shivering in the corner in a cell alone. Clutching to the robe that was the only self of warmth besides the body itself.
As it shuddered after a strangled cry was heard from another cell, she looked down at the items in her hands. A diary and a silver heart locket in one hand, four heart shaped stones in the other.
The locket had a small compartment where the small stones could be placed in. Each stone had a polished color. Scarlet Red, Onyx Black, Midnight Blue, and Pure White. Each stone were still bright and clean since the soul had took grieve care for them instead of her own life. She carefully putted it into a box and into her robe pocket before opening the diary. She looked at her makeshift desk and a candle that was her only light in the darkest night. The small flame flickered to show the soft features of the young woman. Her raven hair was tangled and greasy from not being able to escape the prison walls. She sat down on her handmade stool and leaned over her small desk, dipping her quill into the ink bottle and writing in very neat handwriting.
~*'It's happened again, another prisoner has lost their soul to the angel of death in an anguish of defeat. I don't know how much longer it will be. We lost that battle for sure. We lost....and there's nothing we can do.'*~
The hand paused momentarily. She bit her lip and then thought, 'I must tell the story. I must tell my tale of woe or else there will be no hope for this world....even if it takes me all night.'
She dipped her quill into the ink bottle again and then began to write, knowing it will take forever to write all these things that must be told, but she knew it was the only way she could save her kingdom. Her free hand drifted to the box in her pocket as she grasped it tightly. Very few common people at that time didn't have jewelry unless they were royalty.
Tears of sorrow started to pour down her pale cheeks. Her mourning of her people didn't serve any sympathy from the enemy. The former royal looked down in sorrow.
She failed her people.
She failed her duty.
She failed herself.
Biting her lip she shook her head, 'No, I must keep writing, there's so much to write and there's little time. And it won't be long til' they kill me next.'
She continued writing, knowing someday someone will find her other journal that is bewitched to copy the exact writing that she was writing on the journal in front of her. She knew that someone will find it.
She hoped that it was the chosen ones.
The chosen ones were the only ones to escape the war and go to a peaceful world where they will be safe. Little do they know that the fate of the girl's kingdom rested on their shoulders. Their memory of this world was in rest as though erased from their past, only to be reawakened when they were ready.
But it seemed hopeless though, the second diary could be anywhere. It was only the luck of higher beings to make them turn their path towards their mission.
Hours passed....feeling like eternity.
Another cry of pain pierced the night, causing the girl to gasp in surprise, she knew the cry was from the cell next to hers, she hurriedly written down on the diary quickly.
~*'In mere moments my soul will be sealed within this diary, in hopes that someday to be reawakened to save my people. Chosen Ones...the ones that are out there, please remember your home in Zenoah and remember me as your once strong queen that has now been placed into the hands of fate.'*~
Another cry caused the girl to write faster.
~*'Your guidance will be within your soul partner of your blade, take faith to your hands as your shield. You will be forever in my prayers.
Sincerely to death,
Lin Saffron*~
Lin closed the journal and then opened the box with the four stones. The book had four compartments on the cover. She placed the red on the top, the blue on the bottom, the white to the right and the black to the left. She clasped the silver locket around the diary to secure the pages from falling out.
The screams of pain ended and the atmosphere was filled with silence. Lin's heart pounded on her small chest, she slowly turned around two prison guards entered the cell with weapons in their bulky hands.
The two smirked as the girl narrowed her eyes and turned around fully, she spread her arms out, her hood of her cloak fell to her shoulders, her raven hair slightly fell to the sides of her face, covering her multi-colored eyes slightly. Her forehead had a mark of a crescent moon that glowed as she cried out, "My people never deserved such fate, so I will die with no mercy. My blood stains will forever shed to tears as you strike me with your sword. I, Lin Saffron, will die as a failure!"
Her once powerful voice was broken to a shrill painful scream, the scream that sent shivers up and down every spine of the followers who respected the former leader.
The screams continued on to the night, on and on the scream was remembered by every soul in the prison, knowing that their once strong leader had now fallen to death.
But the screams still lingered on, the blood stains never faded away on the pages of the diary as a scarlet drenched hand reached out and touched the brown cover before going limp upon the book.
~*~
Bang Bang Bang.
One after another. A blast after blast.
The war was forever gone, but the wounds still lingered in the souls of who faced the gruesome horrors that would drive the bravest souls to their insanity. The blood chilling screams still echoed through the dungeons as innocent people still were held behind the dull grey bars. A figure is shivering in the corner in a cell alone. Clutching to the robe that was the only self of warmth besides the body itself.
As it shuddered after a strangled cry was heard from another cell, she looked down at the items in her hands. A diary and a silver heart locket in one hand, four heart shaped stones in the other.
The locket had a small compartment where the small stones could be placed in. Each stone had a polished color. Scarlet Red, Onyx Black, Midnight Blue, and Pure White. Each stone were still bright and clean since the soul had took grieve care for them instead of her own life. She carefully putted it into a box and into her robe pocket before opening the diary. She looked at her makeshift desk and a candle that was her only light in the darkest night. The small flame flickered to show the soft features of the young woman. Her raven hair was tangled and greasy from not being able to escape the prison walls. She sat down on her handmade stool and leaned over her small desk, dipping her quill into the ink bottle and writing in very neat handwriting.
~*'It's happened again, another prisoner has lost their soul to the angel of death in an anguish of defeat. I don't know how much longer it will be. We lost that battle for sure. We lost....and there's nothing we can do.'*~
The hand paused momentarily. She bit her lip and then thought, 'I must tell the story. I must tell my tale of woe or else there will be no hope for this world....even if it takes me all night.'
She dipped her quill into the ink bottle again and then began to write, knowing it will take forever to write all these things that must be told, but she knew it was the only way she could save her kingdom. Her free hand drifted to the box in her pocket as she grasped it tightly. Very few common people at that time didn't have jewelry unless they were royalty.
Tears of sorrow started to pour down her pale cheeks. Her mourning of her people didn't serve any sympathy from the enemy. The former royal looked down in sorrow.
She failed her people.
She failed her duty.
She failed herself.
Biting her lip she shook her head, 'No, I must keep writing, there's so much to write and there's little time. And it won't be long til' they kill me next.'
She continued writing, knowing someday someone will find her other journal that is bewitched to copy the exact writing that she was writing on the journal in front of her. She knew that someone will find it.
She hoped that it was the chosen ones.
The chosen ones were the only ones to escape the war and go to a peaceful world where they will be safe. Little do they know that the fate of the girl's kingdom rested on their shoulders. Their memory of this world was in rest as though erased from their past, only to be reawakened when they were ready.
But it seemed hopeless though, the second diary could be anywhere. It was only the luck of higher beings to make them turn their path towards their mission.
Hours passed....feeling like eternity.
Another cry of pain pierced the night, causing the girl to gasp in surprise, she knew the cry was from the cell next to hers, she hurriedly written down on the diary quickly.
~*'In mere moments my soul will be sealed within this diary, in hopes that someday to be reawakened to save my people. Chosen Ones...the ones that are out there, please remember your home in Zenoah and remember me as your once strong queen that has now been placed into the hands of fate.'*~
Another cry caused the girl to write faster.
~*'Your guidance will be within your soul partner of your blade, take faith to your hands as your shield. You will be forever in my prayers.
Sincerely to death,
Lin Saffron*~
Lin closed the journal and then opened the box with the four stones. The book had four compartments on the cover. She placed the red on the top, the blue on the bottom, the white to the right and the black to the left. She clasped the silver locket around the diary to secure the pages from falling out.
The screams of pain ended and the atmosphere was filled with silence. Lin's heart pounded on her small chest, she slowly turned around two prison guards entered the cell with weapons in their bulky hands.
The two smirked as the girl narrowed her eyes and turned around fully, she spread her arms out, her hood of her cloak fell to her shoulders, her raven hair slightly fell to the sides of her face, covering her multi-colored eyes slightly. Her forehead had a mark of a crescent moon that glowed as she cried out, "My people never deserved such fate, so I will die with no mercy. My blood stains will forever shed to tears as you strike me with your sword. I, Lin Saffron, will die as a failure!"
Her once powerful voice was broken to a shrill painful scream, the scream that sent shivers up and down every spine of the followers who respected the former leader.
The screams continued on to the night, on and on the scream was remembered by every soul in the prison, knowing that their once strong leader had now fallen to death.
But the screams still lingered on, the blood stains never faded away on the pages of the diary as a scarlet drenched hand reached out and touched the brown cover before going limp upon the book.