Spin Tracts. A series of one shots told from the point of view of Bey Spirits as they reflect on the events of Beyblade Metal Fight. Their sentience, desires, feelings, fears, concerns, sentiments, and emotions will finally become clear.
Tract One
"Master"
L'Drago. . .
If only my brother would understand why I went to such lengths to save him from the Dark Power.
You may ask why I call him brother, but that is a tale for another time.
Right now, I am nothing, and yet I am something.
I am nowhere, and yet I am somewhere.
The power I needed to exert alongside Master's Blader Spirit was too much for my Bey Form to handle. Even my Spirit Form was greatly weakened after that battle with the corrupted L'Drago.
So, the stars I returned, my wings greatly weakened and in need of rest. And yet no amount of rest in the universe could restore the Bey in which I infused my spirit.
So within the Bey Spirit World I remained, amongst the stars, occasionally looking down throughout the Spirit Realms below me, and even seeing back into the Human World.
The pain caused by my battles cannot match the pain of separation.
My Master and I. . .were of one heart and mind.
We are one.
You will never understand the feeling of having a part of your very soul separated from you by a near infinite stretch of space.
Would you like to know the deepest desire of my heart?
It is to forever be with Master. It is to fight alongside him as we do honorable battle against our rivals, to seek out stronger rivals to prove out strength and test our limits, and to be a beacon of hope for the future.
And yet here I stay, in the Galaxy Realms of the Bey Spirit World, able to look down, but not interact.
When I think that this is my destiny, that I am no longer needed now that L'Drago has been purified, the pain and loneliness increases even more.
What's more, I can just sense that such a feeling exists in my Master's soul.
My Bey Form is gone, yet I still call him Master. Only he can complete me. Only he is worthy of my wings.
And he has not moved on. . .he will not move on. And neither will I.
I feel almost guilty for having to depart. . .but it could not be helped.
. . .I miss you, Master. . .
. . .
I feel. . .something from the past?
A Bey Form. . .a Legendary Bey Form. . .one that could no be controlled. . .one that was sealed away in stone. . .
It was a form that could truly handle my full power . . . my original Bey Form, on which my Storm Form was based upon. But that original Bey Form allowed my power to be released far more potently. They could not control it. It was sealed away, I was forced to abandon it for my Storm Form, which could be better controlled.
And now, I feel my connection to it appearing. . .
. . .
Again.
So many humans have come to it, and none have been worthy another to posses it's power.
My power.
What's this?
I see. . .Sagittario? Ares?
"Wake up! Flame Claw!"
"Arise from the rock! Horn Throw Destruction!"
Do they believe simply striking me with all their power can awaken me? Why would they think that?
"Is this statue truly a Bey Spirit?" I hear Ares say. There is doubt in his voice. I am surprised. Ares was a good friend of mine for some time, and I have grown a strong bond with Sagittario in a relatively short time. I recall being on the surface world, on which there is sand, grass, trees, lakes, rivers, and a blue sky with clouds overhead. I recall battling with those two Bey Spirits, along with many others, many a time.
More memories that add more pain to my current isolation upon the collapse of my Bey Form.
By now I ask, why do they want to awaken this Legendary Bey? This Legendary Bey Form has been entombed for so long. . .and it seems that won't change any time soon.
"Well then, is that it?"
Wha-? Who-?
"Are you happy to just stay there sleeping? Is that what a legend does?"
. . .Master?
. . . .
"Master!" I call out.
. . . .
Did he hear me?
. . . .
I . . .feel his touch. . .
"If you can hear my voice, then speak to me."
Master. . .
"I've come here to get you, do you understand?"
I've waited so long. . .
"I need your help, do you hear me? If I am going to continued having epic battles against my greatest and most powerful rivals, I am going to need you power."
"All I want. . .is to be free. . .to battle again. . .with you. . ." I say in earnest.
"Yes, I see. The reason doesn't matter. Does it?"
Indeed. . .I just want us to be one again.
"Come out. Come join the adventure."
The stone around my Bey Form relaxes its grip. . .it is free! I am free! Both my Spirit and Corporeal wings are at full strength! At long last! Master. . .I come to you. . .
. . .
PLEASE COME TO ME!
The stars in the Bey Spirit Realm have never shone so brightly, have they?
I run through the cosmos, as I move millions and millions of miles towards him. The light shining from me must be nearly blinding, a testament to my new sense of freedom, and my joy. I still head towards him, moving as fast as I can. Before long, I see him, suspended within my realm, amazement on his features.
"Master!" I call out.
It takes a while for Master to realize what is taking place, shock still evident in his mind. But then, in a moment of sudden realization, a look of joy appears on his face.
"Pegasus!?" he cries out in amazement.
"Gingka!" I call out as I finally close the distance between us. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I am standing right in front of him.
"Pegasus!" he shouts in joy as he places a hand on my forehead. Do I see tears fall from his eyes?
Are. . .my eyes moist as well?
And at that moment, what felt like an eternity of separation was finally over. I could now finally return to the battles that Master and I fought together. Battles that not only tested our strength, but made connections to the many other Humans and Spirits we would come across.
May it never end for us, Master. May I never have to feel the pain of separation again.
"I think we'll be great friends, Galaxy Pegasus!"
. . . .
Friends?
. . . .
Yes. . .we are friends, Gingka. . .
Galaxy Pegasus
Beyblade Metal Masters: Episode 1 Seeking The Legend