Hi Everyone. I'm an SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Sorry for not writing for umm three years was it? God time flies by; didn't even notice that much time when past. Well I'm back and I'm going to try my best to get back into this. I also did some research and I actually think Bakugan is based in England but I'm not totally sure; you can have it anywhere in the world if you like.
Rating: Mostly T but some parts may lean a little to M (nothing major, the action is what will increase it slightly. Just a warning)
Genres: Action, Adventure, Hurt/comfort, Romance (will try to put as much as I can in) and a bit of Mystery.
I saved all my previous comments from last time and someone commented on that the couples would be, so the couples are: Dan/Runo, Mira/Ace, Julie/Billy, Spectra/ OC (Sorry to people who don't like this idea). It's a lot of couple for me to try and write, since I'm not really a romantic person, however if you guys can think of a basic idea for a date or whatever please I don't mind weaving that into the story. Reviews on my writing style would be nice just so I know that you guys like how its written.
P.s. The fifth chapter should be out by the end of this month if not. I happily give you all permission to annoy me or whatever (Nothing super nasty please, Thanks) and I'll be my butt (per se writing) into gear. I'll try to publish one chapter each month.
Shiver, "Don't keep them all waiting all year Ms author, they are dying to read it."
Alina "Shh Shiver she's starting now. Hope you enjoy. See ya inside." :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Bakugan Battles Brawlers or any of the characters but my own (Shiver, Alina and chapters that will appear later on.)
Chapter 1 – The unknown message
The computer at the Bakugan Battle Brawlers headquarters clicked on. The lights on the screen rapidly flashed with an incoming message; "1 new message" appeared on screen before the signal of the message disappeared inside the inbox, hidden from any unseen eyes who are not willingly allowed to see its contents. The Brawlers headquarters empty for no person to see the message, as the clock in the lounge room ticked in utter silence. The clock read 1:23am, too early for any human being to be around.
The computer manually clicks into play mode for the message as it plays its' horrendous video; the noises on the video echoed throughout the empty room and quietly down the corridors through the sealed door of the room in the headquarters; making the eerie quiet loud and disturbed. Outside the night is quiet, some would say too quiet for the night of this fine eve, as we say. No crickets creaked or late bird songs just the endless silence and the faint rustling noises of the leaves in the wind.
The video stops, disappearing back within the inbox of the computer. The Bakugan Battle Brawlers computer shuts down once again showing no signs of the activation. As this message hidden within, holds information of something lost, something forbidden and something that should be long gone, including this message as well.
At the brawlers homes, the air is calm and night is still, small insects creak and buzz into the long night talking in their own languages; just the tiniest noises from the smallest creatures can make the night air feel fresh and with life. The brawlers sleep soundly in their beds, as the night slowly will turn to dawn after many hours of night. The moons crest shines bright high in the nights sky, casts shadows of street lights, builds, trees and everything in its beautiful view.
Somewhere out in the North Atlantic Ocean, Dan Kuso and his Bakugan, Drago, are very wide awake as a heavy freak storm blows in from the South. Rocking, turning and bashing, great waves crash onto their small ocean worthy sail boat, as its being helplessly thrashed around like a little kid's toy which is being roughly getting played with. The break of dawn has already come and gone mere moments ago to the break of morning; morning may have broken but it still looks like dead night fall.
Lightning strikes quickly off the side of their vision, thunder booms, creaking loudly above their heads as they try to ignore the noise and focus on the task at hand; pulling the ropes tighter and trying to keep the sail straight as best as they can with all of their strength; even Drago puts a helping hand in when he can in his ball form.
The rain hails buckets of fresh water as it pounds down onto the boat's deck, filling it slightly with both sea and rain water before running off over the edge of the boats hull and back into the dark blue almost black looking sea. The storm could go on for hours, if it wished. Hail starts, joining in with the heavy rain making it hard to see and concentrate as the elements pelt them from above and all sides.
Lightning strikes closer and thunder so loud it shakes the tiny sail boat; too close for comfort. The winds picks up in a wild frenzy with the salty air in its wake. Stinging eyes, sore muscles and aching blistered hands all sting and hurt in tune to the sound of the salty air and water as it blows in. The freezing cold salt bitter air, whispers words in a language unknown to humans; whispering past their ears like someone telling them a sweet story, or only something they should know of.
All at once the wind slowly starts to die down to nothing but a soft breeze and the black clouds move on and disappear, fading into the morning sky; however thought, before the sign of the sun is shown, Dan and Drago both looked up to the sky and unknowingly see a full blood moon; only a glimpse.
The sunlight is bright, shining happily to a new day, showing no signs of a wild storm. Some odd bad weather ship mates would say, but too strange weather for ones of Dan and Drago as they'd been sailing for over three years travelling around the world and finally making their way back home to England to visit their friends and family.
In new Vestroia, City of Neathia, the palaces main system shows an image of a newly arrived message with a video hidden within from an unknown sender. The men and women working on the main system's programs looked at each other in confusion as the unknown message came in. Captain Elright makes his way to the to the royal throne room, his shoes clicked against the finely polished white floors as he makes his way hastily to the room. The door royal throne room were pushed wide open by the two Neathian guards outside the throne room allowing Captain Elright to make his way inside. His walking pace slowly down to a steady pace as he eases toward the thrones, where princess now Queen Fabia and her older sister Serena stand talking to one another about business of the city, the people and their alliance between other planets.
The throne room is mainly empty with only a few guards lined along the long elegant walls and two near the throne. When Captain Elright approached Queen Fabia and Serena, their chattering comes to a halt as they look politely at him and asked him if anything is wrong. Looking onwards at him as he informs them of the message that just arrived from an unknown sender, their faces crease slightly in concern. A message that confused everyone that knew about it but its senders.
Once informed of the message by Captain Elright. Fabia, Serena and Captain Elright leave the throne room and walk down the corridors making their way to the main system room to investigate this message and to see what it holds within. The only sound in the corridor is their shoes tapping against the floor and the gentle breeze of the sweet smelling air from outside. The afternoon sun shines bright peeking through the clouds, illuminating different colours onto the polished floors through the glass.
No-one had yet figured out that every planet that the Bakugan Battle Brawlers when to, the same message appeared again and again.
As the darkness rises in New Vestroia, the brawlers will have save the world yet again, for all will be destroyed and lost that all the Bakugan Battle Brawlers have so bravely fought for, by a Bakugan that's fear nothing but everyone who knows of this Bakugan fears that all hope will be lost.
The last of the legendary Bakugans', lies in wake bidding its times.