Hello everyone! This is my first fan fiction. Please read and reply. Don't worry, I can handle the criticism! ; ) Also, let me know if you find anything confusing. This story takes place in a completely different setting with a few similarities besides the characters. Everyone is older, like 17 or 18.
I don't one Bakugan or any of the territory that comes with it.
In the center of the universe, a clock stands, the celestial bodies turning around it. Six figures stand at even intervals around the faces of the clock. Each one is cloaked and hooded, still as statues. For ten thousand years, not one has moved. The single hand on the clock stays pointed at the one standing on the XII, as if time has stopped.
Music begins to play in the back growing, a soft lullaby, slowly growing louder. For the first time in ten centuries, each figures' arms slowly move forward until their arms are straight in front of them, palms turned up and cupped. An element begins to grow in the hands of each figure; fire, earth, light, dark, water, air. The single hand of the clock begins to turn, slowly at first. Each element grows in size, becoming wilder with each passing second. The hand of the clock spins faster and faster, so rapidly it begins to blur and become hard to see.
Suddenly, the music stops. The spinning of the clock ends abruptly, stopping on the VI, where the figure holding the element of dark stands. The other figures let their elements drop, hurdling through the clock and into the universe.
It's twilight in the land of Satiran. A three-year old boy on a farm looks up from his room through the window. A two year-old girl, sitting on her father's lap, looks up into the clear, night sky. A three-year old boy, sitting on a roof next to his mother, stares up at the stars. The young princess, barely a year old, turns over in her bed, looking out the window. A new-born baby, cradled by his mother, opens his eyes for the first time, seeing the dark sky. At the same time, each child sees a shooting star streaking across the universe. A change occurs in each child, one that will change the course of their destinies.
The final figure, holding the element of dark, stands alone as its brothers return to their motionless state. The dark begins to change, separating into the deepest black and purest, most beautiful shade of purple. They dance around each other, mixing. Finally, the final figure releases its element and returns to its state of stillness.
In a land many days away from Satiran, a young woman holds the hand of a two-year old girl. She hurries as the night grows dark, realizing she is running out of time. The woman stops suddenly, coming to a small house. She leads the girl up the stairs to the door. Her hand goes to knock, but she withdraws it suddenly, having second thoughts. The young woman draws a deep breath in and raps her knuckles against the door, knowing what must be done. She leans down quickly to the young girl and kisses her forehead. Out of her bag, the woman takes out a silver chain with a small amethyst dangling on it. She opened the little girl's hand and set the necklace in it, closing her tiny first around it. Hearing footsteps coming to the door, the woman hurries back down the street, taking one last look at her beautiful daughter. "Good luck, Alice," she whispers under her breath. As her mother hurries away, Alice looked up into the sky, seeing a shooting star overhead.
Fifteen Years Later ~~~
"Well, we finally made it to Aliskia, Ebony," a young woman cooed into her horse's ear. The beautiful girl stroked her horse's neck, who almost seemed to smile. The young woman looked back up at the city with bright, brown eyes. She shook her head a little to get the bangs of her long, curly, red hair out of her eyes.
The pair was on a cliff in the forest, standing over the ridge to get a good look at Aliskia. It was on the coast of the Azura Sea, a big city surrounded by tall, white walls. The forest abruptly ended as the hills ebbed down into flat land, as if the spot had created perfectly for the capital of Satiran.
The young girl would have loved to be able to sight see and just relax, but she wasn't on a pleasure trip. She had a mission to complete. The girl pulled piece of paper out of her leather rucksack. Five names read across it; Dan, Runo, Marucho, Shun, Julie. A sigh escaped her lips. Only names, no descriptions, no locations, no nothing. They had told her she would feel an instant connection when she met them. That should be enough.
The woman put her list back into her rucksack. She straightened out her green dress that fell to her ankles, forcing her to ride sidesaddle. Over the green dress was a shorter, strapless, white dress. A brown cloak was fastened just below her neck, falling over her back and spilling over onto Ebony's. A small amethyst hung around her neck on a silver chain. She pulled her hood up and took her horse's reigns.
"Come on, let's go, girl," she said, bringing the horse back to the path.
Well, what'd ya think? Please reply! Please? Please?