Author's Notes: Well, well. I have plot bunnies… a lot. This story will be short, sorta. Will include mature themes.
AU.
Has many concepts against the Bible and such.
Slight OOCness. Sorry about that.
Fantasy/Romance/Suspense/ActionAdventure/Drama/Angst all in one.
You can figure out the pairings later (:
Disclaimer: for the whole story because I'm too lazy to post it up every chapter. Characters that you will recognize are copyrighted by the producers/creators/etc. of Beyblade. Everything else'sjust from my imagination (:
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne
Fallen from Grace
Part 1: Far, Far Away
There was land far, far away where the sun never set and where water never fell from the sky. The buildings were made out of the dirt.
That other far, far away land was the land of ice, where the sun never showed its face and where it always snows. The floor was built with ice, cold, cold ice that never melted. The small amount of heat was supplied from the land of the fire.
They were dependent of each other but they were mutual enemies.
The two kings were born of the same family, only torn apart by greed of power. Each kingdom adopted the element of its king.
The red-eyed one was the fire, burning with all desires across its kingdom, manifesting his great power over his dried land.
The blue-eyed one was the ice, freezing all lives and inviting the snow to fall upon it. The powers of the ice king were almost limitless.
But between those two far, far away lands stood a country, a country of peace, and a country that had everything. Their prosperity was because of their use of both ice and fire to make water, the sign of life. The country also had vegetation, meat and provided all the nutrition to the lands of both fire and ice. They were the only ones who were intelligent enough to stop arguing and fighting all the time.
When the population of the middle land started increasing too rapidly as people moved in from both enemy lands, fights started between the occupation of land and debates about which far, far away land was better. The ancients of the middle land closed all its boundaries from further immigrants and limited the trade between the three lands as punishment.
Almost everything became peaceful.
Of course, there will always be something wrong. The lands were made of magic, and magic always makes mistakes.
"Have you got the herb?"
"You stress too much, Ray," the person turned around, his slightly long blonde hair flowing in the soft breeze, "Tyson, did you find a summoner?"
"I could only find a beginner dancer, my deep apologies, Max," the male named Tyson replied. He ran his short fingers through his long but messy dark-blue hair, held in a thick ponytail. The bags under his eyes showed his tiredness.
"Then we only have her left, I guess," Max gave a disappointed look, "do not worry about it. We have been preparing for this too long to let it fall apart because of one person. We do not need a powerful summoner, she would do it."
"Oh, I am sure glad that you are on my side," Ray said, chuckling. The boy narrowed his eyes and tied a piece of cloth around his head, then took another piece and tied his thin black hair quickly. "We will wait for you to get her and I believe that Ozuma might come to our aid, too. He can help with the element fire, which we still lack."
"Oh, stop worrying!" came one last cry from the blonde boy before he ran out.
The ambience was somber, maybe it was the fact that only one candle lit the room. They didn't have lights back then, only the simple elements of the nature. Of course, fire was one of them.
Unfortunately, ice was one too.
There was a goblet, a very fancy one that contained tiny black rocks that had been collected and selected carefully. The gilded goblet reflected the small light emitted by the candle that seemed to be glowing with pride. Tyson took the candle carefully, not wanting to set the house of fire. Of course, back then, houses were made of branches and thick dry grass, supported by some simple magic. Strong enough to shelter a family of people. He tipped the candle over the black rocks. They went ablaze. The fire crackled and rose quickly. The air grew hotter. It was a part of the ritual.
The weather was never stable there. If one lord got angry, it really wasn't a pleasant feeling. You see, the fire was the heat, and the ice the cold. If the fire got angry, then it would be hot. If the ice was frustrated, snow would be falling. There was no regularity at all. But then…
"This a magical world," Tyson sighed as he closed eyes and concentrated.
He felt the cold winds blowing against his naked arms, meaning that the ice king must have been angry. He furrowed his eyes and stretched his arms, calling to what seemed the nothingness.
"Dragoon!"
In his mind, he could see it. A dragon, with heavy armor of a silver-blue color. It roared with ferocity and pride as it floated in midair. He sighed one last time before feeling the wind settling down. "Thank you, Dragoon."
"Feels a lot warmer now, Tyson," Ray remarked as he stood over a thin antique pamphlet. "I have found the incantations. Very odd ones, of course. What can we expect from these spell writers?" he sighed quickly and put his finger on the page, pointing at the text before nodding at himself. "Let us just hope that Mariam will be powerful enough."
"She is Max's mate, we can trust her. The most important part is not how much wind power she can get out of me but it is that we find the right people," Tyson replied as he opened his eyes slowly, his gaze unfocused.
There a high giggle and a head of blue hair. She bowed low and straightened her light brown dress. "You requested a summoner?"
"Yes, lady. Where is Ozuma?" Ray questioned.
"I heard my name," came a chuckle. A short boy with a light brown cloak appeared in the small house. He took off his cloak quickly and snickered. "Get it moving already."
Last, Max entered, his blonde hair messy and tainted with some sweat. He gave a quick but sincere smile to Mariam before eyeing at the pamphlet lying on a wooden table beside the golden goblet.
"Who shall draw the circle?"
Ray stepped voluntarily at the middle stretched out his arms. He closed his eyes and felt a jolt of electricity run through him. His two arms each drew a semi-circle. Sparks appeared in midair and shone brightly. Mariam nodded to herself before taking her place in the center on one side of the circle. Tyson stood on the other side, looking at Mariam through the circle.
Her movements were only made of grace and magic. Her arms formed ripples like the water and she swirled, performing the ritual of the summoner. Her feet tapped the ground, creating a rhythm and the bell anklets jingled. All the dancers and summoners had those. Those bell anklets that marked them. Then her arms, after being stretched out in front of her, came in front of her chest, where her hands clasped together. It seemed like she was praying.
"I summon Dragoon, dragon of the winds!"
The two quickly left the center, where a tornado was created.
"Quick! Stand in your positions!"
Mariam stepped quickly to the side and held the pamphlet for the males to read. The four formed a square, each on one corner.
"Vertia tou weylow
Shaque bomis ventu
Nom capperel adi."
The light replaced the wind; Ray felt his chest hurting as the spell took his energy to create the light. It was so calm, like some angel had soothed everyone. The great light didn't seem to vanish for a while, but with time, it gradually died away, like everything else eventually will.
"Hello? Hey! Oh damn that stupid wireless company, I hate my poor signals," came a low female voice. She shifted uncomfortably and her eyes widened in surprise. What she had been holding a second ago became nothing but ash. "My cell phone! What the—"
"Aaah! Zen me—"
Ozuma waved his hand in midair and muttered a knowledge spell under his breath.
"—a light?" the second girl paused, frowning dramatically, "what language—wait, why am I speaking English? I don't speak English!"
"You are speaking the common tongue," Ray explained. "We have—"
"What have you done to my cell phone? Tell me, you sons of bitches! Where am I? I have a freaking job interview to get to!" the first girl cried in exasperation as she look at her handbag hanging on her shoulder.
"I believe that anything that existed in your world that does not exist in ours just… disappears," Mariam said, her hands on her waist as she shrugged.
"What world?" the second girl exclaimed. "Who are you?"
The first girl frowned as she heard dripping. She lowered her head to see black water falling by drops to the ground, she bit her bottom lip and knew where exactly it was from. She suddenly dropped her bag purposely and grunted.
"Great, so, let me guess, you guys don't have pens in this world but you have ink so my ink stays but everything else is turned into ashes? Who doesn't know what plastic is?" the first girl growled as she opened her bag to check her hypothesis. "Shit, more ash."
"First of all. Ladies, we should come to acquaintances first," Max suggested, "I am Tate, Max. I control the element of water, which is, in this place, quite rare." He pointed to his mate, Mariam, "that is Mariam, her profession is being summoner."
"My name is Kon Ray. I control the electricity. I am pleased of meeting you two," the black haired boy said, giving a nice hand gesture.
"Granger Tyson. Master of the winds," Tyson said simply as he gave a boyish grin.
"Chen BingHua. Er, university student," the second girl said, with the Asian complexities.
"Shahab Joanna. Amateur fashion designer," the first introduced herself. "And Chen something, you need a more common name," she paused and put her index finger in front of her lips as she turned to the Asian girl, "what about Brie? It begins with a 'B' too."
"Okay, whatever. So my name is Chen Brie," the new Brie muttered, shrugging.
"What does 'okay' mean?" Tyson inquired.
The two girls looked at each other with astonished expressions, both had their eyebrows cocked up showing the 'what the fuck' expression. Brie's black hair has been highlighted with a light brown, she had been trying to follow what had been in style, and her hair was straightened. The thin layer of her black hair fell to her ears and a little past them, reaching her pointed chin. She wore a simple light blue skirt trailing past her knees and comfortable leather sandals that were loosely strapped. Her eyes were a very dark and common brown among the Chinese. Her small nose and thin lips didn't stand out well against her slightly tanned skin. Beside her, Joanna wore a stylish but formal white blouse, the collar straight and perfectly in place. The buttons were of a silver color and over the blouse, she wore a dark gray suit-jacket with a rather big breast pocket. Her bottoms consisted of dressy pants, also dark gray in color. Her shoes consisted of high heel black ones, comfortable but very presentable. Her skin was of something much darker than Brie's because of her half-Egyptian complexions. Her dark brown hair was tied in a thick braid that arrived to the middle of her back.
"We are definitely in a different world now," Joanna muttered. "Don't you just love it? I guess that we're the only normal ones here, Brie." She turned to Brie and gave a pitiful look. Brie could only give a confused expression back, she had no clue what was going either.
"Ladies—"
"It's Brie, I guess, that's my new name," the Chinese shrugged then looked at Joanna, "no one calls me lady and I don't want that to change. Calling us by our names is only common."
"But nothing is common anymore for us, is it? Tell us, what kind of world is this?" Joanna asked, as she was always the one who believed in fantasies.
"I guess, that this is a world where three kingdoms exist—" Max started.
"—and right now, you are in the middle kingdom, the most peaceful one—" Ozuma continued.
"—the other two are ruled by tyrants, legend says that they are family but torn apart—" Mariam knew the story, too. Everyone did.
"—by greed. But this world is not all bad. We are good. We are the peaceful country," Ray said, pausing.
Tyson stayed quiet, until he gave a casual grin. "This is a world full of magic."
"But magic is all about faeries and elves and—" Brie started.
"No. It certainly is not. We brought you here by magic," Max explained. "And now we need to see if they have betrayed us."
"Who are they? What betrayal?" Joanna asked, annoyed and curious at the same time.
"No further questions," Ray said, frowning.
"My head hurts," Ozuma said, rolling his eyes.
"Calm down. You each need to take a test now," Tyson finished, as he gritted his teeth a little. No matter how evil he has become, Kai is only human. He deserves a second chance.
Author's Notes: In this fic, Tala & Kai are both of the same importance. And no, I'm not leading to a Ray/OC with a Chinese OC. It's not what you think. Drop a review! That was a short prologue thing. Next chapter will be up in about 2 weeks and will be 3 pages longer, hopefully.