Sighing to myself, I dig into the tub of Ben and Jerry ice cream and fork down a creamy spoon full. I gulp and sniffle, raising a hand to wipe the tears from my eyes. I slide further under my blanket and form a small ball on the couch as I cry my heart out. "Boy this movie is sad!" I think to myself as Noah pours his heart out to Allie from The Notebook. Just as it was getting to the best part, there comes a very loud knock on my door. Rolling my eyes and groaning, I lift my petite body off the couch and slouch to the door. I open the door to see the postman. He hands me a small brown package which I quickly sign and shove back at him, closing the door swiftly. I NEED to get back to this movie. I skip back to the living room and hit play. My heart melts with happiness as the couple kiss under the rain. My heart stops and I instantly feel very alone. However, my mind wanders to the rectangular package in my lap. My elongated fingers wipe off the package and I hold up a black video tape to the light with a label that reads "Violet." Confused, I slide down to the floor and gracefully, push it in. The TV instantly changes and appears a familiar face. A friendly old man smiles back at me and I gasp with shock. "Mr Dickinson!" I exclaim, dropping my ice cream. It scatters across the floor but I care not. Mr Dickinson was one of my dearest friends. I had known him for years, ever since I first picked up a beyblade. He was the man who had funded my dream to travel the world, learning everything I could about the legends of the Bit Beasts as well as challenge the worlds greastest beybladers. And for that, I would be forever grateful. But I hadn't heard from him in months. I had assumed he was busy, planning some sort of new tournament. Despite being a very experienced beyblader, it wasn't my type of thing to enter a tournament. That and I didn't have a formal team. What could Mr D want with me?

"I hope you are doing well Violet. Your last letter was very pleasant. I'm not surprised you settled down in London. Your mother always loved that city…"

At the mention of my mother, I wince a little and bite my lip to push back the throbbing pain inside my heart. It had been over 8 years since her death but every single day only increased my longing to see her smiling face and hug her one last time.

"…but I'm afraid I have a favour to ask you. And it is a very important one. It involves you travelling to Japan"

My jaw drops. Japan! Out of all the countries I had travelled, I had never come close to Japan. Europe and America were relatively easy to conquer but Japan, for some unknown reason seemed to appear on my horizon. It was never a priority or even an option. What was in Japan that could ever be of use to me?

"As you know, over the last few months I have been busy making preparations for the next Beyblade world cup. And as usual, the BBA world famous Bladebreakers will be expected to make a rather big splash."

I had heard about these famous Bladebreakers. Never managed to actually watch any of their matches but from the way Mr D constantly enthused about them, I concluded that they must be very talented players. Still, I was convinced they would never last against me. Especially that wannabee world champion Tyson Granger.

"But! This year, there will be a very unexpected twist. And I fear, it may split the Bladebreakers far apart. For this reason, I need you to get on a plane and fly to Japan. I have e-mailed you an Itinerary of your flights and arranged for transport to and from the Airport. I look forward to seeing you very shortly. Goodbye and Good-day, Violet."

I was so confused and shocked at Mr Dickinson's revelation. I barely had any time to ponder the idea of going across the globe when yet again another loud knock arrived at the door. Rising slowly from my seat, I stare at the door and wonder what other surprises the chairman of the BBA has arranged for me. I yank open the door to come face to face to a man in hat. He bows in a very elegant fashion as I raise my eyebrow, more confused than ever.

"My name is James Mam, I will be your personal driver. Your limo awaits your arrival…"

"Limo!" I was so shocked I stuttered around my words. This could not be real. Was I really being sent to Japan by an old friend of the family? Beep! I turn and see my mobile phone is flashing and vibrating across the room. I dive across the couch and flick it on and see that I have received a new e-mail. I open it and my eyes scan the contents.

"NO FREAKING WAY!"