A/N - Ilce - I'm a complete psycho for being able to write this though my friends would disagree… they would say that I have been the entire time… and they would be correct.
Dan's POV
"How did we even get here!" An irritated voice questioned.
"C'mon man I don't know and don't blame me I didn't know that we would get lost this easily," I stated.
"Daniel will you please… Your hair is turning white," my small red bakugan, Drago, told me.
"Dude, joking at a time like this? We have more important things to think about," I gave him an annoyed look.
"Daniel, I'm not joking your hair is actually turning white," Drago then flew directly in front of my face, effectively stopping me.
"All right," I said still not buying it but I walked over to a reflective pool looked down in it and fell on my ass, screaming my head off.
"You. Win. Totally. Not. Joking." I conceded trying to catch my breath.
Only the tips of my hair had turned white and my eyes had turned luminescent yellow, like a freaking cat's.
"See? Now can we move on? Who knows what's out here," he asked.
"Over there," I pointed to an overhanging outcrop of rock "First place I've seen out here that could pass for shelter."
Drago agreed and we headed over.
Mystery POV
I pulled at a lock of my hair and narrowed my blue eyes at my reflection, my hair was getting brown in it. How I have no idea.
"You should find this interesting," a voice told me.
"Oh? Why would that be?" I focused on the floating black bakugan.
"Dan Kuso of the Battle Brawlers is just outside."
I grinned in a slightly maniac way. That was interesting news, news that could be very entertaining.
A/N - Ilce - If you want any good brawls in this story feel free to give me a PM and tell me… or just PM me the brawl. Well I give props to anyone who can figure out who my mystery POV is and please read and review.