I don't own Beyblade. Some very happy and very rich Japanese guy dose. Anything original belongs to me and if you use it without permission I will skin you alive then cover you in salt. (This is the fate that awaits all flames as well!) The song 'Pilgrim' is by Enya and so belongs to her. (There won't be songs in every chapter, don't worry.)
*~*~*~*~*~*
The Bit Witch
Prologue
Six Years Earlier
~ Pilgrim, how you journey ~
~ on this road you chose ~
~ to find out why the winds die ~
~ and where the stories go. ~
Serafine Maeve Bitson shook back her short, silver gold hair and concentrated on the battle ahead. It was the final of the local heats, whoever won this battle would go on into the nationals, it didn't help her that no one thought that she would make it out of this battle with her blade intact.
~ All days come from one day ~
~ that much you must know, ~
~ you can not change what's over ~
~ but only where you go. ~
"And welcome to the final heat! And this is looking to be an incredible battle." The announcer, err, announced. "On the one side we have the local champ, Brian, with his bitbeast, Leoteer. This cat bitbeast is super quick and super strong. Brian and Leoteer made it all the way to the national singles final last year, only to be defeated by the reigning champ. This year Brian looks set to do the same. Except loose, of course. And on the other side we have Maeve. The newcomer who surprised us all by getting this far without a bitbeast. And at only eight years old, she's the youngest competitor, as well as one of the only girls. I don't hold out much hope for her, thought. She's gonna have a hard time with Brian."
'Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence. It sounds like they want me to loose.' She thought dryly.
~ One way leads to diamonds, ~
~ one way leads to gold, ~
~ another leads you only ~
~ to everything your told. ~
"Will the competitors please step out into the arena." The announcer asked. Maeve got a good look at her opponent. Brian was an arrogant looking, pretty boy teen. He flourished his blade.
"So. Ready to go down, girlie?"
'Girlie!? I'll show him girlie!' Maeve thought to herself.
~ In your heart you wonder ~
~ which of these is true; ~
~ the road that leads to nowhere, ~
~ the road that leads to you. ~
"Bladers! Are you ready? Three. Two. One."
"Let It Riiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppppppppppp!" Brain and Maeve finished for him. Their two blades flew in to the arena and began to ram into each other. Sparks flew as the blades spun and rammed, spun and rammed. Then.
"Leoteer! Speed Swipe!" Brian's bitbeast appeared from the blade, a great golden cat. Maeve gasped as the bit beast began to shred her blade.
'No! No! No!' She thought. 'I can't loose! I won't loose! I'll show this bully whose boss!'
Just as she thought that, the crystal pendant that had belong to her mother, who had died years ago, began to glow with a strange light.
~ Will you find the answer ~
~ in all you say and do? ~
"What the fu-!" Maeve yelled.
"What this?" Asked the announcer excitedly. "Something's happening to Maeve!" The bright light suddenly shot from the pendant located just above Maeve's heart.
~ Will you find the answer ~
~ in you? ~
The light shot into her blade and the reemerged from the center. The light took the form of a great man, tall and terrible. A white skull appeared from beneath a black hood and in his bony hands a scythe appeared.
"The protector." Maeve whispered. For it was the ancient protector of the Bitson family. The protector raised the scythe in both hands and swept it down. Brian's blade went zooming out of the ring and the cloaked figure disappeared into the blade, which flew into Maeve's hand and in her head she heard a voice say:
.:I have served and guided you ancestors and now I will serve and guide you, little mistress.:.
~ Each heart is a pilgrim ~
~ each one wants to know ~
~ the reason why the winds die ~
~ and where the stories go. ~
She could numbly hear the stadium cheering, announcer whopping and Brian screaming that it 'wasn't fair'. All she could think about was what had happened. 'I've got a bitbeast and I've won. I'll got on to the nationals and I've got a bitbeast.' She slowly walked away from the stadium, staring at her blade. It was black with red markings now, and there were two small scythes on the attack ring. She gazed in wonder at the tiny picture in the center, the bit, of a skellington in a long black cloak swinging a scythe that trailed red sparks. The Protector must have changed the blade to suite his need when he entered it. She was so lost in her own little world that she didn't notice the tall figure in front of her until she ran into it.
"Owch!" She complained and looked up to say something along the lines of 'Why don't ya watch were ya goin!' Or 'Middle of the corridor: Yeah, great place to stand!' till she saw who it was.
"Grandmother!?"
~ Pilgrim, in your journey ~
~ you may travel far, ~
~ for pilgrim it's a long way ~
~ to find out who you are... ~
The woman looked down on her small granddaughter. The woman, despite being a grandmother, looked remarkably young, her silver gold hair was still thick and her arctic eyes were sharp and piercing. They looked like mother and daughter, so alike they were. "Serafine Maeve." She stated, simply. Maeve winced, no one ever called her by her full name except her grandmother.
"I saw the battle." She continued.
"Then you saw. . . Him?" Maeve asked.
"Yes, the ancient one. He responded to you, in that arena, and now you have command of him. You know your namesakes?"
"My ancestors?" Maeve shrugged. "Serafine was burned as a witch in the middle ages and Maeve is an ancient sorceress from local legend." Maeve recalled the stories of her ancestors from when she had been young.
~ Pilgrim, it's a long way ~
~ to find out who you are... ~
"Yes, their ancient power has come to you. That is why the protector came to your aid when you called him. You can call others like him."
"Other bitbeasts!?"
"Yes. Come with me, and I shall teach you. The protector shall always remain to help and guide you, even when I am gone." For a moment Maeve thought she saw a look of sorrow on her grandmothers face, but it was gone in an instant. "Your 'bitbeast's' name is Scythe."
"Scythe." Repeated Maeve.
'A good name,' she thought as she followed her grandmother down the corridor, 'and together, we shall go through our opponents like the scythe through the harvest.'
~ Pilgrim, it's a long way ~
~ to find out who you are. ~
*~*~*~*~*~*
Not very good I know but give me a break, it's 11:41 PM local time! It will get better, promise!
*~*~*~*~*~*
The Bit Witch
Prologue
Six Years Earlier
~ Pilgrim, how you journey ~
~ on this road you chose ~
~ to find out why the winds die ~
~ and where the stories go. ~
Serafine Maeve Bitson shook back her short, silver gold hair and concentrated on the battle ahead. It was the final of the local heats, whoever won this battle would go on into the nationals, it didn't help her that no one thought that she would make it out of this battle with her blade intact.
~ All days come from one day ~
~ that much you must know, ~
~ you can not change what's over ~
~ but only where you go. ~
"And welcome to the final heat! And this is looking to be an incredible battle." The announcer, err, announced. "On the one side we have the local champ, Brian, with his bitbeast, Leoteer. This cat bitbeast is super quick and super strong. Brian and Leoteer made it all the way to the national singles final last year, only to be defeated by the reigning champ. This year Brian looks set to do the same. Except loose, of course. And on the other side we have Maeve. The newcomer who surprised us all by getting this far without a bitbeast. And at only eight years old, she's the youngest competitor, as well as one of the only girls. I don't hold out much hope for her, thought. She's gonna have a hard time with Brian."
'Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence. It sounds like they want me to loose.' She thought dryly.
~ One way leads to diamonds, ~
~ one way leads to gold, ~
~ another leads you only ~
~ to everything your told. ~
"Will the competitors please step out into the arena." The announcer asked. Maeve got a good look at her opponent. Brian was an arrogant looking, pretty boy teen. He flourished his blade.
"So. Ready to go down, girlie?"
'Girlie!? I'll show him girlie!' Maeve thought to herself.
~ In your heart you wonder ~
~ which of these is true; ~
~ the road that leads to nowhere, ~
~ the road that leads to you. ~
"Bladers! Are you ready? Three. Two. One."
"Let It Riiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppppppppppp!" Brain and Maeve finished for him. Their two blades flew in to the arena and began to ram into each other. Sparks flew as the blades spun and rammed, spun and rammed. Then.
"Leoteer! Speed Swipe!" Brian's bitbeast appeared from the blade, a great golden cat. Maeve gasped as the bit beast began to shred her blade.
'No! No! No!' She thought. 'I can't loose! I won't loose! I'll show this bully whose boss!'
Just as she thought that, the crystal pendant that had belong to her mother, who had died years ago, began to glow with a strange light.
~ Will you find the answer ~
~ in all you say and do? ~
"What the fu-!" Maeve yelled.
"What this?" Asked the announcer excitedly. "Something's happening to Maeve!" The bright light suddenly shot from the pendant located just above Maeve's heart.
~ Will you find the answer ~
~ in you? ~
The light shot into her blade and the reemerged from the center. The light took the form of a great man, tall and terrible. A white skull appeared from beneath a black hood and in his bony hands a scythe appeared.
"The protector." Maeve whispered. For it was the ancient protector of the Bitson family. The protector raised the scythe in both hands and swept it down. Brian's blade went zooming out of the ring and the cloaked figure disappeared into the blade, which flew into Maeve's hand and in her head she heard a voice say:
.:I have served and guided you ancestors and now I will serve and guide you, little mistress.:.
~ Each heart is a pilgrim ~
~ each one wants to know ~
~ the reason why the winds die ~
~ and where the stories go. ~
She could numbly hear the stadium cheering, announcer whopping and Brian screaming that it 'wasn't fair'. All she could think about was what had happened. 'I've got a bitbeast and I've won. I'll got on to the nationals and I've got a bitbeast.' She slowly walked away from the stadium, staring at her blade. It was black with red markings now, and there were two small scythes on the attack ring. She gazed in wonder at the tiny picture in the center, the bit, of a skellington in a long black cloak swinging a scythe that trailed red sparks. The Protector must have changed the blade to suite his need when he entered it. She was so lost in her own little world that she didn't notice the tall figure in front of her until she ran into it.
"Owch!" She complained and looked up to say something along the lines of 'Why don't ya watch were ya goin!' Or 'Middle of the corridor: Yeah, great place to stand!' till she saw who it was.
"Grandmother!?"
~ Pilgrim, in your journey ~
~ you may travel far, ~
~ for pilgrim it's a long way ~
~ to find out who you are... ~
The woman looked down on her small granddaughter. The woman, despite being a grandmother, looked remarkably young, her silver gold hair was still thick and her arctic eyes were sharp and piercing. They looked like mother and daughter, so alike they were. "Serafine Maeve." She stated, simply. Maeve winced, no one ever called her by her full name except her grandmother.
"I saw the battle." She continued.
"Then you saw. . . Him?" Maeve asked.
"Yes, the ancient one. He responded to you, in that arena, and now you have command of him. You know your namesakes?"
"My ancestors?" Maeve shrugged. "Serafine was burned as a witch in the middle ages and Maeve is an ancient sorceress from local legend." Maeve recalled the stories of her ancestors from when she had been young.
~ Pilgrim, it's a long way ~
~ to find out who you are... ~
"Yes, their ancient power has come to you. That is why the protector came to your aid when you called him. You can call others like him."
"Other bitbeasts!?"
"Yes. Come with me, and I shall teach you. The protector shall always remain to help and guide you, even when I am gone." For a moment Maeve thought she saw a look of sorrow on her grandmothers face, but it was gone in an instant. "Your 'bitbeast's' name is Scythe."
"Scythe." Repeated Maeve.
'A good name,' she thought as she followed her grandmother down the corridor, 'and together, we shall go through our opponents like the scythe through the harvest.'
~ Pilgrim, it's a long way ~
~ to find out who you are. ~
*~*~*~*~*~*
Not very good I know but give me a break, it's 11:41 PM local time! It will get better, promise!