KROS: Yes yes, I know. I deleted my other story. *punches self in face* I just… Lost my drive… :( And I decided I needed to come up with a story not decided by my readers. :P But I do primise to work on this story. Since I'm only accepting a few OCs this time, so I won't get overwhelmed. Though I won't be exactly accepting all of them. More details will be at the bottom. :)

Flare: KROS does not own Beyblade. -.-


Fire.

That was her power. All this time, it had been right in front of her. No wonder she was named the name she was named.

Her name was Flare. She had orange colored hair that went a few inched past her shoulders, matching her clothing, which was lose orange robes, more suited for a boy, but still suitable. and her bangs swayed a little to the right. Rusted yellow armor plates sat on hr shoulder blades, and green laces covered her robes. She also had bright emerald green eyes showing out her pale-ish skin.

It wasn't a name she well appreciated, and some would find it rather strange, or even pitied those who had parents who would consider naming them something so odd.

But in this world, things had different meanings. In fact it was rare to find what we would call a 'normal' name in this world. Names like Aura, Snow, Rain, Sky, and Terra were names highly respected and were considered to be given to those with special powers.

Of course her name was a little different, it coming from the meaning of fire. But that was her power, so maybe that's why her parents had decided to name her that.

Flare's breath was heavy, going through the thick mists of the shrine of the mountains.

She looked around her every once in a while, looking at the ancient carvings around her. She soon continued forward a bit faster, trying to reach the end.

It was dangerous around here. The enemy tribes were known to come here. Well, everyone with mage powers was known for coming here, no matter what their tribe.

The master mages said it didn't matter, that it was the purity and thoughts that counted. Flare slightly agreed, she didn't like judging people only by where they came, but she still avoided them. Fights between the tribes often got nasty. Or even worse.

This was one of the greatest challenges getting to the mountain shrine. …Which was saying alive.

She stopped upon coming across the final shrine steps then dashed across them.

Arrows came flying out of the walls. Flare ducked slightly, barely dodging the arrow.

"It's now or never…!" She though to herself.

Balls of small and dim flames formed in her hands and her yes glowed a tint of light orange.

Suddenly the arrows in front of her bursted into the fire and collapsed on the ground.

She grinned widely, satisfied by the results.

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She panted as she ran to the top. It felt like it had been miles for goodness shake! But never the less she made it.

Flare stepped forward. There were five ancient mages standing in certain spots in the room.

"I… I've come to claim my power!" She shouted. Which didn't necessarily mean she needed to get her powers. That was not it at all. At the shrine you must 'claim you're power' as in to present yourself and claim honor, to become an official mage. Which is what all of them had to do.

The first ancient mage looked towards her, seeming to smile. "Good…" He rose his voice up slightly. "We were expecting you…"

Flare looked at him confused. "But…"

"Please to not let the fret." The second one spoke up. "We share the bond of our forefathers, and the ones before them. We can see the past and the present, and even the future. We knew that you were coming."

"Alright…" Flare said unsurely.

The first ancient mage nodded. "Then please, come this way. We must begin quickly before the others come!"

"W-what?!" Flare asked. "You mean that-"

But before she could finish, the others disappeared in front of her eyes, with the exception of the first one, who motioned her to follow.

Flare followed him through what seemed like an endless passage with twists and turns in every direction.

They eventually stopped in a dark room, the only lighting being the moonlight that shined through a tiny hole in the top.

A large tablet stood in the middle of the room that was spiral shaped. Two symbols were carved on it, one on each side. One of them looked like a horse with wings, the other a large fiery dragon.

The first ancient mage stood behind it while the other four suddenly appeared, standing in a formation around it.

"…Are you familiar with the callings?" the third one asked.

"I heard of them." Flare replied. Normally she would have come at him with a sarcastic comeback, but one of the most disrespectful things in this society was to disrespect a mage, which could lead to high treason.

The fourth one nodded. "Then step forward, put your hands over the tablet, and we shall call out your soul… and the beast within."

Flare nervously came forward. She had indeed heard of these callings. She had heard that ones individuals found their powers; they could release their soul, which was a scary thought.

Some said their powers increased greatly, while others feel victim to insanity. They said your very soul became your partner, and could speak to you with a completely different personality.

Rather your soul partner was good or evil depended on your karma or spirit. And if anything went wrong during this process, your spirit could end up sacrificed with it.

She cautiously put her hands other the tablet, taking in a deep breath as the mages started chanting.

"-

Flare's eyes widened as flames began forming around the tablet, but never the less stayed put.

"-!

"Aaaaah!" Flare was thrown back by the force of fiery flames that surrounded everything. The mages all backed up looking towards the great beast that appeared.

Flare looking up from the ground as well, seeing a giant orange lion/eagle hybrid.

The giant bird/lion turned it head revealing its bright yellow eyes.

It looked almost spirit like though, and not like an actual living animal.

"What are you, some kind of chicken?" Flare spat out.

The bird/lion snarled, glaring. 'No.' The hybrid spoke up, indicating that it was female. 'I am your soul and your "partner". I was sent here to fight along side you in the Great War.' She declared rising up her head proudly. 'My name is Gryphon.'


KROS: So there you have it! Now on to what I was saying before. I won't be excepting all OCs into my story. (and all with have to be sent by review since I've blocked PMing…) I will only be excepting ones that I think will fit best into the story, so I'm going to say sorry if yours doesn't get picked in advance. :/

Flare: *rolls eyes* though he'll probably use OCs that didn't become one of the main characters as minor characters. And he will only be using three or four OCs sent in as main characters.

Well the form is in my profile, so bye! And send in the OCs quickly so i can get started! :D