Hey loyal readers, its timethief1 with yet another story. Pretty sure you read the summary so I'll cut to the chase
It's not condusive to the plot but if you want to know what there wearing copy and paste the link.
Luna: untitled_291/set?id=200731574
Mylene: untitled_303/set?id=201408677
Disclaimer: If I owned bakugan- Other people would be in the spotlight more.
The Warm Hearted Farrow
Prolouge
4 years ago-moving to New Vestroia
"Maya! They're following us!" a little girl, no older than ten screamed. She was referring to the police who were in fact gaining on them. The older of the girls turned and smirked, before grabbing the younger and dove down into a small hole, barely big enough for the two of them to hide. As expected, the police ran right past it.
"Come on Lu, we only have ten minutes." She said, grabbing her sister and hopping up. She hated everything about this, but she continued to farce her and her sister onward. After five minutes, the two girls finally stopped at an airport, which was boarding passengers for the recently discovered planet. This was the only way to finally be free from their parents (or lack thereof). Carefully, the older girl, Mylene, guided her little sister past the guards, and they snuck into the boarding area, without having to pay. The two girls rested on a bench for a mere second before it was time to board. As they got seated on the plane, Mylene handed the other girl an apple.
"Save it for when you're hungry," she told her. She received a sleepy nod as the younger girl drifted off. 'I'm finally free,' Mylene thought as the ship rose away from her old life. She smiled for the first time in her life and slowly drifted off with her sister. In three years a threat would make the vestal prince seek out the top brawler of each attribute. In three years she'd be crowned the best aquos battler. In three years, Hydron would take one look at the beautiful young girls stare and decide that she was worth keeping around so they could train her to be a vexo. But that was three years away.
