A Light Within The Darkness
Chapter 1
Intro
After Mechtavius Destroyer was defeated, several battlers appeared from all across Earth, Gundalia, Neathia, New Vestroia, and the planet of the Vexals. But we now focus on the tale of a young gundalian girl, whose destinyand family is unknown to her. She will uncover many truths, both painful and thus welcomed.
Even when Barodius had been defeated, there were still many problems throughout the planet. Many were used to having a ruler, so it left the planet in a state of surprise. They had woken up from a long, terrible nightmare, where the people numbly rub their eye, shaking it off as if it was only yesterday. But for one individual however, life was the same. She had heard many stories about her birth, many rumors, many false leads, and others that could be half truths seemed to be too far away, impossible to reach. She stood quietly along the edge of an alleyway, watching the Gundalian soldiers go by, listening to the clank of their armor as they passed. The edge from one of the soldiers capes passed along her face, and she flinched, as if it stung. She saw one of them glance down at her for a split second, but then his gaze reverted back to the front. Roz pulled her hood to cover her face better, the edgy touch of the cape touching her still fresh in her mind. She wasn't scared of them, even if she was smaller. She had been around enough to see plenty of fighting before. She steeled her will and ran ahead of the soldiers, ignoring them, and turned down a different alleyway. She opened a door at the back of the alleyway, that to the normal eye, looked like a dead end because of the lack of light in the cramped up space. She walked in to what was hers; a small dimly lit room, with a few aged and tearing posters lining the walls here and there. Her bed took up most of the space, as it was all she knew. All she knew, before she woke up. She removed her hood slowly before sitting there on her bed, as the images of anything she ever knew once flashed through her mind. Gold-yellow eyes set in a pained grimace took in the memories.
*Flashback*
"Come quickly we have to go!" a frantic voice. There was sniffling, snuffling, someone crying? She remembered a cool hand touching her face for a moment, before she was lowered on to something soft and cushioned, she she could feel the ground rumbling and quaking while she laid there, curled in a ball. The hand left her, and she couldn't remember why her face was wet with her own tears then. "Come on, lets go!" the shrill voice called. A choked voice replied back "Im coming."
*End of flashback*
That's all she knew or re3mebered of her past. She woke here, in this room, with no memories other than that single, unnerving one. She raised her gaze to that of one of the posters that marked her room's stone walls. It was one that showed a picture of New Vestroia. She ignored it for a moment, trying to focus on getting ready to leave when her mind inevitably wandered to the Land of New Vestroia again, where the Bakugan lived. She snapped her gaze back to the poster, her yellow eyes sliding back to it. Her long blonde messy hair curved back from her head in long and messy strands, and whenever she moved, her hair bristled with each movement like it was a mass of snakes upon her head. She heard the humans had a tale in their world, about a woman so beautiful, she could make anyone freeze in their tracks, as if they had been turned to stone. She reached under her bed and felt around until she found what she was looking for, a beaten up light blue duffel bag. She threw her belongings in it and her hand lingered on the New Vestroia poster, when she finally got to it. Her hand traced over the sun, where she stopped and let out a sigh. Her yellow-gold eyes never left that poster, how beautiful it must be there! Her yellow gold eyes somewhat matched her horns, where a more rusty gold. Probably because they haven't been cleaned in weeks, maybe months. She smirked and wrinkled her nose. She pulled it off the poster off the wall, and she had just placed it in her bag when she heard a tiny tap at the door. She froze, as if she was under a spell herself, before the second barrage of tapping snapped her out of it. "Who's there?" she demanded. No answer. She cursed herself for answering the door just before the door itself exploded into a fine display of dust and toothpick sized pieces of wood. Two men in very familiar armor entered, their weapons already drawn. The one downside for them was that they couldn't see through the dust storm they had caused. The two pushed in further, hoping to do a sweep and hopefully catch whatever they were looking for. They left a opening between the two of them though, good enough for her to slip through. She narrowly avoiding brushing against a second duo of Gundalian soldiers. Why would they come here? A million questions hit her, and she shoved them aside while she, like a fish in her own element, slipped through their hands and turned the corner down a alleyway but stopped. Listening, she heard more coming this way, the clank of their own armor betraying them. She pulled her cloak tight over her face and scaled the crumbling brick wall. But just as she neared the top, her footing gave away and she gasped as her hold on the wall in her left hand crumbled as well, and she fell down hard on her back, knocking the wind out of her and the connected blow with the ground was sure to leave her with a headache later. You fool Roz! She cursed herself as she lost consciousness.
She cursed herself again as she slowly awoke, and raised a hand to hold her pounding head, and she let out a pained hiss when she sat up. She opened her left eye to look at her surroundings and quickly closed them, it was bright, so bright. She blinked a few times as she got used to it. She had been laying on a pure white bed. She looked around saw that whoever did the rooms décor needed to be awarded for being so imaginative. White walls, white bed, even the sheets where that pale white. Ugh. Her eyes went to a long glass window, the only thing not painted white. Then her eyes moved to a doorway, with a pale door. She marched up to it, and decided she wasn't even going to bother with the chances of it being unlocked, she could already guess. Her eyes narrowed in anger and outrage. A black lightning encased her hands, and she found herself trying the doorknob anyway. She jerked back in surprise, not seeing the black lightning there before, but it was too late, the door exploded off its hinges, falling back in front of her. The dust cleared, and she could see someone on the other side. She clenched her fist by her sides, preparing herself for a confrontation. A Gundalian, maybe about 18, stood in front of her, he was surprised. Good. Maybe that would teach them a little more. They should know about their own kind's abilities. Guess they didn't get the memo. The Gundalian stepped forward, accompanied by two Gundalian soldiers a safe distance behind him. He had white short hair that stood on it's ends, and his own eyes met hers, regarding her with both uncertainty and surprise. Her voice came out annoyed. "Don't suppose you're just going to let me pass are you?" she narrowed her eyes. The man smiled. That caught her off guard, and he finally spoke. "You're free to go if you want, but you might want to meet some people who have been looking for you for a very long time." Roz arched her eyebrow, something she rarely did. "And who might they be?" the Gundalian boy grinned. Come with us if you want to find out. She hesitated and watched as he turned and stepped out of the room's entrance, and two guards stepped aside to allow her through. She finally made the choice to follow him through that door, before looking uncertainly at the guards before she herself moved through.