OK sorry it took me so long but I have decided to rewrite this story completely and tweak it A bit
Kai: a bit?
Violet: OK OK a lot fine whatever just do the disclaimer
Kai: Hn.... fine Violet doesn't own Beyblade if she did I would've walked out years ago
Violet: HEY!!!
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He looked over the trees too the lands they hid, a place of old magic and past secrets.
In this hidden paradise they lay, scriptures of old prophecies and spells lost before time began, were life was written out; decided by the eldest of the gods vanished within this plane along with many of the magic and wonder which coincided.
The centre of what must have once been the town's square was desecrated. Covered in the wounds of ember and flame that had dissolved after breathing their final earthly breath's surrendering to the black abyss, but not before seizing the leaves and wildlife and returning them to their eternal resting place to forever live in harmony.
In the midst of this devastation lay the shrine to the goddess to whom all fire and flame bowed, trapped in her armoured form among this plane. Wings displayed majestically to those not worthy of her care, and protection for the nestling residing deep within. Hidden under a bundle of fire, ash and the disintegrated corpses' of those foolish enough to trespass inside.
Within this shrine was her tablet; her stories from which their past, present and future is written. Tis not only mortals who live a chartered life. Surrounded by her busts, body care and protection lay the inscription, if one could get close enough to see it, course that one was he, as so it was written.
Even if you somehow managed a glimpse of the song it sung placed in old writing lost long before the flame first formed.
Millennia since its tongue was recited but still fresh in his mind; as was of course the life of a temple scribe.
The song sung sang of the ritual life circle and the millenniums in which it was to be completed. Scribes knew of this song, spoken in the Holy Scriptures. Beaten into the brain how could one forget? But even abandoned it sang for him as did it always:
End Of Life, and End Of Day
Those who are bound can no longer stay
Return to the blaze of which you were formed
Three quarts since you shall be reborn
Start Of Life, and Start Of Day
Return to the plane on which you shall stay
Thousand millennia safe you remain
Till thy cycle shall repeat again.
Somewhere in Russia a slate haired child shot up from his sleeping place
/Dranzer/
/My Child it's time it must be found, and soon/
/Hn........... fine tomorrow we'll contact Yuriy and head to Japan/
