Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE!!!! OKAY?!
Thank you.
Now, here is the sequel. I started it pretty early, I know, but I'm trying to do my best, okay?
Here we go.
There was once a foul time of history for the village of the White Tigers.
A time where everything, was encased in darkness. Everything. Due to the acts of an outsider and hermit, known as Rikusanu. An evil producer of Yin, and a person who desperately tried to seek a way to destroy the balance of Yin and Yang. The source of all life, back then.
He had absolutely no mercy. No mercy at all, whatsoever. The man was twisted, and evil. He was a dark soul, blackening the days of the White Tigers. He conjured up spells and curses, to bring horrible devastation upon the village, for he had hated all life, since the death of his family.
Nothing could destroy him. He was a weaver of Yin, and Yin alone. He was a cruel, tyrant of the past.
Finally, after weaving curses of famine, drought and disease, he created a final spell. Just for his own twisted amusement. The other spells he'd created had ceased to amuse him any more. He'd conjured up an intimidating, and most painful curse.
The following words were chanted in order to summon the curse. This spell, which caused much suffering to the victim.
Qing ci zhou jiao hong shou.
Wang nei hei.
Xiang wang ling, yu san yue
Yu ai zhou.
This was placed upon an elder child, who lived near the outskirts of the village. He was easily placed under the horrifying spell, as he was one without complete alertness. He had been caught in a time of distraction, and as the curse was weaved, the boy's will was covered in darkness, and he underwent a terrible transformation.
This curse transformed the boy into a white tiger, as the moon grew blood red. Blinded, he would destroy, or ruthlessly murder any villager in his way. If the spell carried on for more than 5 days, the moon would begin to affect others, trying to lull them under the spell.
Every night, the same thing happened. The moon glowed a haunting scarlet, and the boy would become a white tiger, whom he had no control over. Every night he would accidentally kill an innocent villager. And every night, Rikusanu would watch the scene with twisted pleasure.
This boy, had been known as Driger. One of the kindest of his people. So it was a tragedy when he fell victim to the spell. People never suspected the boy, but one night, when he had unconsciously slain an heir to the Elder, the villagers began to build up hate towards the beast.
Finally, one night the villagers hunted down the tiger, and managed to shoot the tiger with a stonehead arrow. An extremely fatal, killing blow to all who felt it. It sunk into his very heart, opening the unfortunate victim's eyes from the curse.
Everything changed. The moon's scarlet vanished, replaced by pure white. The fear over the village vanished. And the boy, Driger, changed back before their shock-turned eyes.
It was a sad moment, as the boy smiled and uttered an apology with his very last breath.
After a meeting with the Elder, the villagers decided that the culprit behind all this was none other than Rikusanu. The entire village, man woman and child, instantly rushed up to the Zhou Temple, situated deep in the forest, in which the man they had so feared, dwelled.
The attack was unexpected, and Rikusanu had no time to weave a spell, before he was slaughtered by the Elder himself......
Lee traced his fingers over the yellowish, crumpled, ancient page, as he read each word with fascination, and fear. The wind blew through the pages as he continued to read, to find out the origin of the curse.
The curse that his best friend had so endured.
Lee was sitting on the bank of a lake, positioned near the village, yet surrounded by the forest. Next to him was a stump, fashioned out as a beydish. It was covered in several slashes, as the echoes of the beyblades that had battled in there. They would pass into mind of anyone who set their eyes upon it.
The neko jin slowly got up, closing the old book with a frustrated sigh. The print was so old, it had faded out in the last few pages.
Staring up at the darkening sky, he decided it was best if he returned to the village. With the ancient book held by his side, and Galeon inside his pocket, he turned around and walked into the forest, intent on getting back by sundown. Since Ray's incident, the villagers had become quite paranoid.
He only gave the sky a quick glance while he walked. Unlike his friend, he was hardly interested in the stars at all, despite their beauty. He only kept his mind focused on getting back to the village.
As he walked through the woods, twigs snapped beneath his feet as he made his way through. Rotted leaves covered the soil completely, preventing any sight towards it.
It took a few minutes of walking through the forest, when Lee realized something out of the ordinary.
There were far too many twigs on the ground than usual. Something wasn't right. He stared upwards, to see the torn branches of several dead trees towering over him. The sight made the eyes of the neko-jin slit in fear.
A scream rang out in the direction of the village. At the same time, smoke invaded Lee's nostrils, and he ran, flat out, to the direction of the village, his heart beating rapidly.
Something definitely wasn't right. Not at all.
He dropped the book as he ran. It landed on the rotted, dampened leaves, open on the page where the legend was. He was getting more panicked by the minute. His speed increased. It felt like his village was moving away from him as he got closer.
Finally, the neko jin reached the village, after what had seemed like hours.
He stared. In silence, despite the chaos in his sight.
His eyes grew watery. The sight was overbearing. Unbelievable. He couldn't move. He was too shocked. The screams and sounds in his ears were faded.
The sight remained in his pale amber eyes, until a pain struck the back of his head, rendering the boy unconscious....
At that time, in Tokyo, Japan, a scream rang out in a certain dojo......
NG: OKAY OKAY! SO IT WAS SHORT! Gomen, well, this is just the prologue, so I'm KINDA excused......
Sadly, I have school tomorrow, so no updating for a while. I'll try to get the next chappie up soon, okay? Now, this is a question. Kai's gonna be cursed in this fic, so which animal will he become? A phoenix or a wolf? (I was planning on wolf, but if you want....(Shrugs))
2BC
Thank you.
Now, here is the sequel. I started it pretty early, I know, but I'm trying to do my best, okay?
Here we go.
There was once a foul time of history for the village of the White Tigers.
A time where everything, was encased in darkness. Everything. Due to the acts of an outsider and hermit, known as Rikusanu. An evil producer of Yin, and a person who desperately tried to seek a way to destroy the balance of Yin and Yang. The source of all life, back then.
He had absolutely no mercy. No mercy at all, whatsoever. The man was twisted, and evil. He was a dark soul, blackening the days of the White Tigers. He conjured up spells and curses, to bring horrible devastation upon the village, for he had hated all life, since the death of his family.
Nothing could destroy him. He was a weaver of Yin, and Yin alone. He was a cruel, tyrant of the past.
Finally, after weaving curses of famine, drought and disease, he created a final spell. Just for his own twisted amusement. The other spells he'd created had ceased to amuse him any more. He'd conjured up an intimidating, and most painful curse.
The following words were chanted in order to summon the curse. This spell, which caused much suffering to the victim.
Qing ci zhou jiao hong shou.
Wang nei hei.
Xiang wang ling, yu san yue
Yu ai zhou.
This was placed upon an elder child, who lived near the outskirts of the village. He was easily placed under the horrifying spell, as he was one without complete alertness. He had been caught in a time of distraction, and as the curse was weaved, the boy's will was covered in darkness, and he underwent a terrible transformation.
This curse transformed the boy into a white tiger, as the moon grew blood red. Blinded, he would destroy, or ruthlessly murder any villager in his way. If the spell carried on for more than 5 days, the moon would begin to affect others, trying to lull them under the spell.
Every night, the same thing happened. The moon glowed a haunting scarlet, and the boy would become a white tiger, whom he had no control over. Every night he would accidentally kill an innocent villager. And every night, Rikusanu would watch the scene with twisted pleasure.
This boy, had been known as Driger. One of the kindest of his people. So it was a tragedy when he fell victim to the spell. People never suspected the boy, but one night, when he had unconsciously slain an heir to the Elder, the villagers began to build up hate towards the beast.
Finally, one night the villagers hunted down the tiger, and managed to shoot the tiger with a stonehead arrow. An extremely fatal, killing blow to all who felt it. It sunk into his very heart, opening the unfortunate victim's eyes from the curse.
Everything changed. The moon's scarlet vanished, replaced by pure white. The fear over the village vanished. And the boy, Driger, changed back before their shock-turned eyes.
It was a sad moment, as the boy smiled and uttered an apology with his very last breath.
After a meeting with the Elder, the villagers decided that the culprit behind all this was none other than Rikusanu. The entire village, man woman and child, instantly rushed up to the Zhou Temple, situated deep in the forest, in which the man they had so feared, dwelled.
The attack was unexpected, and Rikusanu had no time to weave a spell, before he was slaughtered by the Elder himself......
Lee traced his fingers over the yellowish, crumpled, ancient page, as he read each word with fascination, and fear. The wind blew through the pages as he continued to read, to find out the origin of the curse.
The curse that his best friend had so endured.
Lee was sitting on the bank of a lake, positioned near the village, yet surrounded by the forest. Next to him was a stump, fashioned out as a beydish. It was covered in several slashes, as the echoes of the beyblades that had battled in there. They would pass into mind of anyone who set their eyes upon it.
The neko jin slowly got up, closing the old book with a frustrated sigh. The print was so old, it had faded out in the last few pages.
Staring up at the darkening sky, he decided it was best if he returned to the village. With the ancient book held by his side, and Galeon inside his pocket, he turned around and walked into the forest, intent on getting back by sundown. Since Ray's incident, the villagers had become quite paranoid.
He only gave the sky a quick glance while he walked. Unlike his friend, he was hardly interested in the stars at all, despite their beauty. He only kept his mind focused on getting back to the village.
As he walked through the woods, twigs snapped beneath his feet as he made his way through. Rotted leaves covered the soil completely, preventing any sight towards it.
It took a few minutes of walking through the forest, when Lee realized something out of the ordinary.
There were far too many twigs on the ground than usual. Something wasn't right. He stared upwards, to see the torn branches of several dead trees towering over him. The sight made the eyes of the neko-jin slit in fear.
A scream rang out in the direction of the village. At the same time, smoke invaded Lee's nostrils, and he ran, flat out, to the direction of the village, his heart beating rapidly.
Something definitely wasn't right. Not at all.
He dropped the book as he ran. It landed on the rotted, dampened leaves, open on the page where the legend was. He was getting more panicked by the minute. His speed increased. It felt like his village was moving away from him as he got closer.
Finally, the neko jin reached the village, after what had seemed like hours.
He stared. In silence, despite the chaos in his sight.
His eyes grew watery. The sight was overbearing. Unbelievable. He couldn't move. He was too shocked. The screams and sounds in his ears were faded.
The sight remained in his pale amber eyes, until a pain struck the back of his head, rendering the boy unconscious....
At that time, in Tokyo, Japan, a scream rang out in a certain dojo......
NG: OKAY OKAY! SO IT WAS SHORT! Gomen, well, this is just the prologue, so I'm KINDA excused......
Sadly, I have school tomorrow, so no updating for a while. I'll try to get the next chappie up soon, okay? Now, this is a question. Kai's gonna be cursed in this fic, so which animal will he become? A phoenix or a wolf? (I was planning on wolf, but if you want....(Shrugs))
2BC