Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, just Raisa!

Chapter 1:

Bryan stumbled down the hallway, gripping the wall for support. He had spoke against Boris and was punished for his behavior. Bryan was able to withstand pain, he was in the Abbey after all, but this was different, Boris used new techniques that caused a lot more pain than Bryan could handle. He didn't give Boris the pleasure of screaming, although he wanted to. Pausing against the wall, he caught his breath; he was finally to the showers where he could clean up a bit before he went back to the room he shared with his teammates. After resting a bit he started back up but stopped when he heard voices.

"Now, now Raisa were has your training gone too, don't tell me these past ten years have been wasted." A grim smile played on Boris' lips. Raisa didn't answer; she just glared from the floor, clutching the towel around her, watching Boris walk about the room. Boris' arm flew out and grabbed Raisa by her throat and lifted her and slammed against the wall. A smile played across his face; the training did well, she made no face, sound, and there was no emotion in her cold silvery grey-blue eyes. He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. "You have a visitor by the way." With that he dropped her and kicked her into the wall, laughing as he left.

Bryan couldn't believe it! There was a girl in the Abbey, Boris was hurting her and she looked like Tala, except with silvery grey-blue eyes and her hair was streaked with silver! It took Bryan all he had not to run out and help her but it would have been bad if Boris caught him, who knows what he would have done. He wondered what Boris had whispered to 'Raisa' but had no time to think when a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"You come out you know." Bryan stepped into the room, ashamed that he was found. "Who are you?" The voice wasn't harsh, just curious. Bryan lifted his head and their eyes met, they were just like Tala's, except they were silvery grey-blue.

"Bryan." She searched him with her eyes before nodding with approval.

"Raisa" She had turned and grabbed her clothes. "Could you turn?" Bryan blushed and turned around as she began to dress.

"I thought there weren't any girls in the Abbey."

"There isn't, just me."

"But why haven't I seen you before?" There was silence, Bryan turned around and studied the girl in front of him. She looked up, their eyes locking.

"Because no one is supposed to know I exist."

"Can I ask you something?" Raisa nodded, "What did Boris mean by training, I have never seen you here, even in the lower levels, do you blade?"

Raisa sighed; she sat Bryan down as she started to work on his wounds.

"My first training began when I was five. I was taken from the Abbey to the Czarina and subjected to intensive regime of schooling, training, and indoctrination. I was trained and taught by the Czarina herself. I had to learn courtly art; about 20 different languages fluently, kill a man before I was ten, master at least 5 different weapons before I was 11, and learn the six silent speeches. My life rested on these skills for on my 11th birthday I was thrown in a pit of hungry wolves and foxes, having to emerge accepted as a pack alpha. I was then abandoned in the midst of the Siberian winter and left with only my skills and knowledge. For every ten chosen, six would die, three would fail, and one would be accepted as a Czarina Pyetra. I was the one to become apart of that group for a year, thus completing my training with them. To answer you blading question, yes I do blade. I have been training here for the past three years under Boris." The way she spat his name, Bryan had no doubt that she despised Boris, but after listening to her story he didn't know what to say, suddenly his didn't seem as bad.

"Come, you better go back to your room, all I have is one request, do not tell Tala you know about me or all our lives will be in danger."

"How do you know Tala, and why do you two look similar?"
"We are twins. Just don't tell him you know about me and don't let anyone else find out." Bryan nodded.

They snuck through the hallways, pressed against the wall, avoiding guards till they finally arrived at Bryan's room. Bryan turned to say thanks and goodbye but Raisa was no longer there. With one last look he entered his room only to be bombarded by Tala.

"Where have you been?"

"Nowhere."

"Don't start with the short answers Bryan where have you been, Boris came by over 30 minutes ago, you should have been back, where were you?" Bryan just jerked away and laid in his bed. Tala continued on with the bombardment of questions. Bryan didn't answer.

The Czarina Pyetra and all that information belongs to artist Natascha Roeoesli! I did change a little bit of it but the whole concept belongs to her! Check out her stuff at http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/t/a/tascha/tascha.html it is absolutely beautiful!

Just as heads up I have no idea where this story is going!!! Let me know what you think!

I know my grammar isn't the best. :/ So please bear with me. Thank you