Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade (shouldn't this be obvious?). Neither do
I own Alkali Lake (cos it's a real place). Hmmm... well, go on; read... it
won't hurt. (I sound like a teacher, don't I?) Haha. (p.s. I'll introduce
my Ocs later.)
Alkali Lake. A place so white, so barren that it was as if someone had rubbed off the whole mountaintop. Save for the almost invisible wolves.
And the girl.
The wolves never took their mournful eyes off her; they were ever vigilant, watching, protecting; never once was their guard let down. Because they knew what the girl did not, that she was high on someone's wanted list. And so powerful was that someone, that she had to be protected by only the most powerful, the most worthy.
Mother Nature took care of that.
But Fate was playful, too playful for its own good. For even Mother Nature, though powerful and resourceful, had her limitations. The weapon of Fate this time was, had been and would always be a common trait among all children.
Curiosity. The one that killed the cat.
Children ask questions, and expect answers. When there are none, they set off to find them by themselves. Children can be very persistent when it comes to something they want very much. Often, because of this, they succeed. Often, in the few cases like hers, success can be dangerous.
Often, it can kill.
She didn't know that.
Hehe, I know it sounds quite... cheesy... ( don't know what other word to use...) but the next chapter will be more bearable... I think... Hmmm...
READ ON IF YOU DARE!!!!!
MUWAHAHA!!!
Alkali Lake. A place so white, so barren that it was as if someone had rubbed off the whole mountaintop. Save for the almost invisible wolves.
And the girl.
The wolves never took their mournful eyes off her; they were ever vigilant, watching, protecting; never once was their guard let down. Because they knew what the girl did not, that she was high on someone's wanted list. And so powerful was that someone, that she had to be protected by only the most powerful, the most worthy.
Mother Nature took care of that.
But Fate was playful, too playful for its own good. For even Mother Nature, though powerful and resourceful, had her limitations. The weapon of Fate this time was, had been and would always be a common trait among all children.
Curiosity. The one that killed the cat.
Children ask questions, and expect answers. When there are none, they set off to find them by themselves. Children can be very persistent when it comes to something they want very much. Often, because of this, they succeed. Often, in the few cases like hers, success can be dangerous.
Often, it can kill.
She didn't know that.
Hehe, I know it sounds quite... cheesy... ( don't know what other word to use...) but the next chapter will be more bearable... I think... Hmmm...
READ ON IF YOU DARE!!!!!
MUWAHAHA!!!