A/N: 'Kay, a couple things you guys should know before I start:
First: I'm putting The TSA on hold until the end of July. I'm also doing that with my crossover story A Tale of Two Potters.
Second: I tried writing a story like this once, but no one really seemed to like it and I took it down. This is a rewritten version of that story. Hope you guys like this version more than the other.
Now that that's done, let's get moving.
Gingka: -nervously- Is this another insanity story?
Me: No, this time it's different. But it still involves you.
Unknown Location
The man obscured by shadows sat at his desk, writing something on the papers in front of him.
The papers? Pictures of the Legendary Blader Warriors. He hated them with all his heart and soul. They would have to be eliminated. Someday, but not today; he didn't have any intention in causing a worldwide panic. Yet.
Someone knocked on the door. The man called in a monotonous voice, "Enter."
The leader of Squad 13 entered the room. "Sir, we have located the island."
"Well, where is it?" the man asked.
"It's one of the northern islands of Scotland. I'm sending my men there as we speak."
"Good. I would advise you to head there yourself, in case you-know-who comes to call."
The squad leader tensed, then assumed his normal position. "Yes sir."
He saluted, and walked out of the room.
The man watched him go, then turned back to his desk. He brushed away the Legendary Blader pictures, revealing pieces of paper with writing on them. One said:
You will regret your ambition to rule the world. The Queen does not serve anyone.
"Oh, she will serve me," the man muttered. His voice rose in level as he talked. "I shall be the sole controller of the Queen, and once she bows down to me, I shall rule this world until the end of time! HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
An Island as Northern From Scotland as You Can Get
Men wearing warm clothing walked around, trying to find what they were looking for.
Behind a rock, a figure dressed all in black watched them. The only part the black cloth didn't cover was an eye. A single, golden-brown eye. That eye was surveying the men with fury and disgust at what they were doing.
The figure, it was a girl, pressed a finger to the bulge in her mask that meant her right ear.
"Hello, sir? It's me. Yes, I found the men. They're on an inhabited island as north from Scotland as you can get. No, the stars haven't fallen yet, but I assure you that they will fall soon. That boy at the observatory told me about them two weeks ago, so it should fall at some point within this week. Return? To wait? I can't return. Why should I? I've done all I can do to protect the Queen from being discovered?" The girl sighed heavily. "Fine. I'll return. Yeah, whatever. Over and out."
The girl took her finger off her ear, watched for when it was all clear, then slunk away.
A/N: And that, my friends, is all for now. This story needs 4 more OCs, all girls, so what y'all are going to have to do is PM me OCs with this form:
Name:
Age (12 - 16 is the limit):
Where she lives:
Appearance:
Clothes:
Color (Earth is green, Air is white, Water is blue, and Magic is purple):
Beyblade (Must have element names. For example: Earth Phoenix):
Beyblade description (be very detailed, please [must have element colors as the color]):
Special moves (up to 4):
Beyblade before transformation:
And that's all. I already have OCs for Fire and one that I'm not telling you about.
Only one OC per author or authoress, please!
By the way, if any of y'all can, one of the OCs has to live in Scotland, kay?
Thank you, and see you guys next time!