Hi my dear people? How're you? Feeling bored, right? Yeah...what to do now? *Sighs*
For removing your boredom, your beloved Misty has appeared with her "Kingdom". (God knows why I'm composing poems here xD)
Thanks to Cutetyhil, Scarlet witch of Terra, Rock the road, TwilightUniverse018, LadyPeach7 for reviewing :D
Here's a chapter with some actions and a bit of graphical description of burning. I know I'm updating fast but then again, this is the only thing which helps me remove my monotony.
So...tightly fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the magical ride!
The roof of the assembly room was hexagonal. From its center, a quartz chandelier was hanging down. Most of its lamps were smothered since the sun was only in the western sky, not setting down completely. Through the flower-shaped loopholes, its soft crimson flickers were entering the chamber. On the floor, there was a mandala artwork in navy blue and purple at the focus, enclosed by another hexagon. At its six corners, six king-pieces of chess were standing, made of boulders. On them, firepots were placed, generating glowing flames which didn't want to remain there. By fits and starts, they were being desperate to touch the roof. Maroon velvet draperies having golden cross-stitches were covering the room, hanging between cobblestone columns. Inside the room, an elderly brown-haired man was restlessly strolling around the mandala oeuvre, keeping his hands joined with each other behind his waist.
"Your Majesty," Someone's feet could be seen out of the hall, "Lord Granger wants to meet you."
"Let him come in." He replied, stopping walking aimlessly. Soon, pushing the curtains gently, an old man around 70 entered the courtroom. Bowing before the king, he spoke, "Good afternoon, Your Majesty."
"Good afternoon, Granger-san." Hayashi responded with a smile in his face.
"Your Majesty, have you called me for something important?" The elder Granger asked.
"Yes, my honorable prime minister," The king nodded, "I wanted to discuss something important with you. It's urgent."
"Pardon me but... are you worrying about the princesses?" Ryu queried, "Don't worry, my grandson is with them. As long as he's protecting them, no one will be able to harm them."
"I know that," Smilingly, Hayashi acknowledged, "I've full faith on Tyson and others. I am not worrying about their safety and security. I was just getting tensed regarding the future of my daughter."
"Your daughter? Means princess Hilary?" Ryu cocked an eyebrow, "Your Majesty, girls like your daughter are very rare in this world at present. She's a gemstone, she's the goddess of our good luck and prosperity. Why're you worrying about her? What's the thing which is bothering you? May I know if you want?"
"Before a few days, from Sayoko, I got to know that her sister...I mean, Fumika was saying that Hilary couldn't get married ever. I know that her tensions are quite unreasonable but it's also true that Hilary is no more a little girl. She's been a grown-up young lady. Isn't it important now to find a suitable groom for her?"
"Don't blame Her Majesty," The prime minister of Japan gently said, "Her concerns aren't illogical at all. She has the right of thinking about the future of her daughter. Besides, you're right. It's high time we thought about the marriage of the princess of Japan."
"So...what do you think, Granger-san?" Hayashi questioned, "Which prince will be the best for my daughter?"
"It cannot be told right now, your Majesty," Ryu Granger answered, "If you don't mind, may I give you a proposal?"
"Sure."
"Why don't you arrange a groom-choosing contest for princess Hilary?" The old man offered, "Through it, you can find out the suitable man for your daughter."
"Your suggestion is good, minister Granger," The emperor smiled, yet feeling skeptical, "But what will be the bases of the contest?"
"Your Majesty, I've been tutoring your daughter for the last fifteen years," The elder Granger offered, "Lately, I've clearly understood that princess Hilary is fond of archery."
"Archery?"
"Yes," Ryu waggled his head affirmatively, "Why don't you put different challenges and stages of archery before the candidates? It'll be interesting."
"Hmm...I see..." Hayashi scratched his chin thoughtfully, "But...does a good archer make a good husband?"
"Why not?" The old man was confident, "Throughout his entire life, a skilled archer practices how to shoot the arrow at the target. He has to notice whether his hands are shaking or not, whether the bow is moving or not and what not? Being calm is...somewhat like archery. The person who can keep his mind stable and calm can easily take the right decision under any circumstance and leading is possible for him. Whenever his life partner feels anything difficult, he stands by her and helps her solve it."
"Okay..." The emperor agreed, "Then when will we be arranging the ceremony?"
"In the next week," Ryu proposed, "Auspicious tasks should be carried out as soon as possible."
"Alright then," Hayashi's face beamed up, "Granger-san, take necessary steps to send the invitation letters to different kingdoms. Also prepare for the challenges and rounds of the archery competition. Get the royal guesthouse cleaned and decorated."
"As your order, your Majesty." The prime minister bowed.
"Okay, you may go now." The ruler of Japan permitted the old man. Nodding once, no sooner had the old man left the hall than four girls and two boys entered the courtroom, drawing the curtains. Seeing them, the face of the Japanese king got brightened. He approached the bunch of young people. They respectfully bent their heads down.
"Good afternoon, father," The brunette wished, "How're you? How're mother and others?"
"We all are fine, my child," Hayashi replied, "And you?"
"Uncle, we were almost dead," The Spanish girl spoke, almost curling into a ball, "There was such a situation at that moment as if any war had been about to break out. Thank goodness, we left the place at the perfect time."
"Where're Tyson and Dew?" The worried king asked.
"Tyson and Dew are helping the women and children in the safe-house of our castle," Max rejoined, "Tyson wanted to go back to the hermitage but sage Dickenson said that he wouldn't need your soldiers, uncle."
"He has brought two princes of Russia with him," Mariam added, "He was also saying that those princes are way stronger than our soldiers."
The brunette closed her eyes, engulfing to her heartbeats. She loved those Russian warriors to be mentioned in front of her. She had already started being fond of hearing their names or whereabouts...no, not both of them, actually one of them.
"He's the best of all the warriors of Russia...err, the world," The redhead was carrying on, "Before a few days, he has overthrown a bunch of demons who attacked Russia. You know, princess, he's like a pine-apple, Filled with spikes from outside but sweet juice from inside. Believe it or not, he's the kindest person that I've seen ever."
She flinched as if a gust of chilly wind had touched her bare skin. In coldness, people usually turn blue. But without any reason, she was turning red. Though her father was talking to her friends and cousins, she wasn't paying any heed to him. To her ears, there was only silence and noiselessness. Yes, at that period, in the hall, there were several people who were much closer to her but she felt that loneliness was smiling at her.
'Why did he turn his face away from me?' She asked herself, 'Did he start despising me? Oh, the lord of love! Tell me what my fault is. What did I do for which you didn't show me your face?'
"Hilary!"
Gasping, she broke the shackles of her feelings and freed herself. Turning to her father, she smilingly responded, "Yes?"
"Are you alright, my child?" Approaching his daughter, the emperor placed a hand on her cheek. In return, she only nodded.
"Go and rest," Hayashi conversed, "You're seeming tired."
"Sure, father." Bobbing her head, she strode towards her room. Looking at her trajectories, her father sighed.
'Forgive me, my girl,' He pondered, 'I had to do it in your absence. I know that I shouldn't have done it. But what could I do? After all, I'm your father. I have the right of thinking about your welfare, don't I? But...am I snatching your independence by organizing the groom-choosing contest? I don't know. Oh dear lord, please show me the right path. Please, help my daughter get a perfect man in her life.
After all, it's the most wanted thing that a father wants for his daughter...'
They both were standing under the unfolded parasol of twilight. Rafts of obscure clouds were floating above their heads. For the half-concealed moon, the farthest hills were looking shady, almost having only two dimensions like the sketches on an ash-speckled canvas. Sitting on the barren twigs of nearby trees, grouchy owls were rotating their round orbs at and from the Russian warriors. Not giving their attention to those nocturnal birds, the Tatars were staring at the passing vapors, waiting for the full appearance of the only asteroid of the earth. There was pin-drop silence in the aura. Even the whisperings of the hovering airstream couldn't easily be heard. The warriors felt their heartbeats tolling inside their ears.
"Kai..." The redhead opened his mouth first, breaking the discreetness, "The atmosphere is unusually calm, isn't it?"
"It's called calm before the storm," The slate-haired Russian retorted, "Be careful."
"Hmm..."
Shredding the mysterious cloak of quietness, the screech of some avian creatures could be heard. Both the cousins turned forward to see them. They were nothing but bats, flittering their wings and proceeding towards the warriors. But they were abnormally large in size. The leader of the bunch opened its mouth, expressing the sharpness of its scimitar-like fangs. Their umbrella wings covered the moon behind them. Darkness again lidded the ecosphere, only letting the nocturnal creatures dominate over the rest of the world.
"They're heading towards the hermitage," The phoenix-prince stated, "Stay here and let me handle them."
"Sure, Kai." The wolf-prince nodded as his cousin left the place. The ocean blue orbs remained settled at the bunch of those bats for a few moments. Then, their owner leaped from the hill and clutched the legs of one of those demonic creatures. It started flying towards the abbey, following its gang.
Below the knoll, the bald sage was standing in front of his hut with some of his students and co-workers. Taking a metal candle-holder on which a corroded taper was burning, he was observing the movements of the warriors.
"Sir," A young man spoke, shivering a bit, "Cannot we escape from the place? How will these two young men be able to face such a huge battalion of demons?"
"For the battalion," Dickenson retorted, determinedly looking at his student, "Only prince Kai is enough."
For proving the veracity of the great sage's words, sitting on the back of the white stallion and snugly clutching its rein, the dual-haired Russian was storming across the grimy track of the forest which was being guarded by two chains of clustering trees. When the hooves of the dumb beast were smiting the ground, sand was splashing here and there. Breaking the silence like a mirror, the steed whinnied, threatening the enemies. The cavalier's raincloud hair was wafting behind in the nightly zephyr. His white scarf capered, trying to fulfill the absence of the moon in that twilight saga. His amethyst orbs carefully viewed the area. They discovered some globes made of explosive materials, hanging from the trees. Not delaying, he pulled out a bunch of arrows from the quiver and placed them against the bow-cord. Seizing the harness between his teeth, he shot the weapons at those spheres. Due to the speed of the horse, his lips bled a bit but he didn't care.
"Boom!"
They blasted, powdering the discreetness completely. The branches of some trees got shattered. The dead-bodies of hidden enemies thudded on the ground. Fire started burning on the twigs. Some trees got uprooted and landed on mother earth.
A couple of flying devils rushed towards him. Not letting the rein go, he curved his back, almost leaning on the stallion. Nearly touching his nose, the sprites flew away, ending up clashing against more explosive spheres. Another boom could be heard, almost deafening the prince. Rampaging conflagrations rose up, making the sandy ground shimmer.
Closing his eyes, the phoenix-prince focused on the lessons that had been taught to him in that morning. Recalling the chants of aquatic weapons, he opened his eyes. Adjusting another arrow with the arc, he launched it towards the nocturnal blue.
"Bang!"
Thunderclouds rumbled, a sparkle of lightning tried to diminish the darkness. Dribs of evening rain shot their arrows towards the third planet of the solar system. Droplets caressed blazes. Understanding the signal, the flames entered the realm of nothingness. Only smokes remained there, manifesting the existence of destruction.
The horse stopped, its rider left the bridle from his fangs. He upstretched the bow victoriously, staring at the sky from where the blessings were being showered upon him. Tying the horse to a tree, he dismounted it.
"You cannot escape!"
Spiraling back, the phoenix-prince noticed an imp hurrying towards him. He again put an arrow against the string and dispatched it at the aggressor. It penetrated the chest of the demon, reposing him on the earth forever.
"Hiyaaa!"
More monsters were dashing at his direction. Leaving all his weight on his toe, he leaped. Twisting his ankle, he swirled, attaching the keen darts against the twine of his semicircle. As he crossed the angular distance of every eighteen degrees, each of his darts gouged one of those devils. When he completed the round, he found himself surrounded with the lifeless bodies of twenty belligerents. Taking a sharp breath, he smirked. The clouds sprinkled flower petals on him in the forms of raindrops, cheering him. Thunderbolts applauded, witnessing his valor.
"It's the recognition of a real hero, people," The bald man acknowledged, "He slaughters but he doesn't let destructions happen. I'm proud of you, prince Kai Alexander Hiwatari."
The small prayer room had a furry runner covering its marble floor. From lamp-stands, hanging lanterns were swinging in the air. The needles of water were continuously trying to penetrate the glass of the parabolic windows. It created a mellifluous tune at that night. In nooks, holy books and scriptures were kept lidded in the pieces of satin cloth. In a recess, a kit-sized slab was leaned against the wall. At its four corners, the faces of four mythological sacred spirits were engraved. Metal lamps were lit before it with a flower vase containing blue morning glories, red roses, white lilies and black tulips. At a corner, from a knob, a shimmering pendant was hanging. Its scarlet locket was bird-shaped, expanding its wings. The flowers respectively had erotic, tranquilizing, mysterious and heart-warming fragrance. Mixed with one another, the aroma hit the nostrils of the brunette who kept joining her hands together in front of the slab, sitting on the carpet in diamond pose. Saline tears had already drenched her rosy cheeks completely, deepening the color of love.
"Please, let those warriors win the battle," She murmured, "Don't allow the demons to steal Dragoon from us. Let the troopers be safe and sound. I'm begging to you, oh the sacred spirits who protect the earth from all the four directions! Please protect them."
"Boom!"
She gasped, crimping a bit. A few lamps got extinguished all of a sudden. The glass of a window became splintered, scattering near her knees. Though it was raining outside, she felt warm unexpectedly. The smell of burnt sandalwoods grasped her oculomotor nerves. Startled, she looked at the pendant. Her eyes went widened when she discovered the absence of the scarlet speck inside the locket.
Where did it vanish?
'Is...is it any ominous signal?' She shuddered, biting her lower lip firmly, 'Is...is something bad going to happen? No no, Hilary, don't think such things. Think positive, be optimistic. Nothing...nothing wrong will happen to those warriors. They'll be fine, so will the people of Japan be. Don't worry, Hil, don't be tensed. Calm down...'
She became absorbed in her deep prayers, letting her tears route across her face.
Leaving the claws of the bat-like demon, the wolf-prince landed on the pebble-scattered ground of the bastion on his knees. It was surrounded by different-sized hummocks in the colors of night, ash and silver. In his ocean blue eyes, the universe was drowning in the ocean of nothingness. Moonlight seeped on the vertices of the highlands, trying to melt them.
However, stones don't melt, do they?
As the knees of the redhead hurt the surface, a group of enemies stormed towards him, outstretching their axes. Standing up on his own feet, the Russian shot them with his arrows. As three went down, the fourth one jumped on him, shoving the bow off. Then, he was about to chop the prince's head off with the axe but didn't get the time as the defender firmly held the wooden handle of the weapon. Straightly placing a kick at his gut, the wolf knocked him down.
Behind him, three more attackers leaped on him, forcefully clasping his arms and neck so that the redhead couldn't move. But too poor they were, the Valkovian thrusted one of them with his head. As one of his arms became free, he utilized it in punching another. Jerking his body, he freed himself and tossed the third one above. Tumbling, the enemy fell down on the ground, gashing his head on the pebbles.
The heart of the scarlet-haired prince trembled as he heard someone's rumbling. Alarmed, he looked back. A raven-haired lady was flying in the sky, cutting the air with her bat-like wings. Flames were being released from her mouth. Tala could easily understand that she was none but Katherine, the queen of those monsters.
As she landed on the surface, her wings disappeared. The redhead pulled out his sword from the sheath joined to his waist. She just smirked, speaking nothing. In her right hand, there appeared a thorny twine, resembling the tail of an alligator. She slammed it on Tala.
"Thud!"
The cord was too hard for him to cut. His back thumped against one of the hills in sheer force. From the concussion, the redhead became dizzy a bit. Katherine grimaced, noticing that. Spinning the sharp lash, she was progressing towards the overpowered redhead. He tried to stand up but felt himself at a loss. His eyes searched for a safe corner but they went in vain.
"Sleech!"
The spiky cord got ripped into two equal halves with a single shot of an arrow. Gasping, the monstress turned behind. On the pinnacle of a knoll, the slate-haired Russian was standing, holding the bow. Clouds moved away, leaving space for the moon so that she could watch the rain-streaked face of the warrior without blinking. The moonbeams stroked his face, infuriating the demoness. A smile rose in Tala's face as he got up on his own feet.
"I was just playing with you both, considering that you're only young children," Katherine seethed, "But I'm not going to mercy you this time."
The female imp opened her mouth, showering blazes which hit the surface beneath the feet of the phoenix-prince. Smokes cloaked the ecosphere, breaking the mound on which the slate-haired Russian was standing. Powdered stones could be seen falling on the earth. The sounds of cracking were also heard.
"Kai!" Tala shrieked.
The crown prince of Russia was falling down. He tossed his arms above for a support, it came with nothing. The earth was pulling him towards her with sheer gravitational force. He was about to accept his defeat...
All of a sudden, he felt something soft, feathery beneath his feet. He wasn't going to collapse. Rather, he was floating in the air. His heartbeats went crazy, he exhaled deeply.
"Relax, prince Hiwatari."
Out of the blue, a dulcet feminine voice jingled in his ears. He moved his head here and there but his eyes only met the darkness of that night.
"Who's there?" Kai asked, his tone expressed his perplexities.
"Consider me as your obedient servant," The voice replied, "Identity isn't important now but accomplishing your task is."
The phoenix-prince felt as if the earth had been pushing him upwards. He was being lifted by someone or something. Strangely, his savior was hiding from him.
"Don't worry, prince Hiwatari," The anonymous girl assured him, "Everything will be alright. Just focus on your goal. You have come here to save Japan and her people. You cannot give up!"
Those words chimed inside his neurons like the chants of liveliness. Fire rushed through his veins, boiling the streams of his blood. As his feet reached the mound, he leapt on it. Smokes moved away, his eyes met the crude orbs of the monster. Her jaw dropped, she couldn't believe herself.
"It's the time!" The invisible lady announced, "Remember my voice."
Offering his ears to her, he advanced towards the demoness, placing an arrow against the string of the bow. Pulling the cord, he left it. As a result, flames appeared on the tip of the dart. It dashed across the head of the witch. Fire caught her whole body.
"Aaaa!"
She screeched in pain. Her snow-like skin was burning, getting red, then brown, then dark. Eyeballs collapsed from her sockets. Hair turned into ashes, she turned bald. Her blood-chilling screams were earsplitting the troposphere. However, instead of the odor of burning skin, the fragrance of burning sandalwoods caressed his nose.
"Hiwatarian!" She let out her last words, "Maybe, you've been successful today in killing me. But I'm swearing by lord Balkov! The spirit which has helped you today will be snatched from you. It will no more be with you, even be it in your next life! Losing the power, you'll be lidded with so much grief that you'll want to give up warfare! I swear, I'll be one of the main reasons behind that! Aaaah!"
Her whole body became ashes. The aura became silent, only a pile of sands remained there, manifesting that once upon a time, in the world, there had been a demoness named Katherine. Sighing in relief, Kai spoke, "Thanks."
"Don't need to thank me, prince," The honeyed laughter of the girl was heard by him, "I'll always be for you, right by your side, no matter what happens. Besides, in that life, even if you want to give up warfare, someone will prevent you from doing that."
"Who?"
"She," The feminine tone responded, "The one whose eyes are just like dried petals of lysimachias. Perhaps, such moments can come in your life when you'll start feeling vacant. She'll fulfill the vacancy. When the decrepitude of frustration will fill your life, she'll make you bathe in fire with her fierce voice. She'll give you a new life, I promise."
"But...your identity? What about her?"
"Not necessary now," The womanly voice was reluctant, "I've to return to someone who's been worrying since the beginning of the day. Don't be worried much about the curse. I swear, prince, I'll return to you one day, at a perfect moment. Just wait for it."
"Wait!"
Kai yelled but couldn't hear the voice anymore. Soon, someone called him. Consequently, he had to rotate towards him.
"Are you alright?" The redhead asked worriedly.
Smirking, the slate-haired prince nodded. They both breathed deeply, releasing the cluttering tiredness and anxieties from their bodies. But one thing couldn't leave Kai's brain easily.
Who was she? Why did she come here to help me? What was her motive? Where has she gone by the way? To whom? She told that someone had been worrying for me since the morning. Who's the one? Who'll be the one who'll help me gain my confidence in my next life by the way?
The brunette was impatiently striding inside the prayer hall. Dark circles could be noticed beneath her ruby eyes. Those orbs were bloodshot. It could easily be said that she hadn't enjoyed a single wink of sleep last night. Before a while, the flame-like speck had returned to the locket. Yet, it couldn't pacify her heart. Pushing the doors, an elderly lady entered the room. Hearing her, the coco-haired princess gasped.
"You didn't sleep last night, did you?" The concerned woman asked, frowning, "After such a long and tiring journey?"
"Mother!" Hilary rushed to her, not bothering to answer to her question, "Have you got any news from the hermitage of sage Dickenson?"
"I've come here to tell you that thing," Sayoko smiled, "Max and Raul have got a piece of news from the abbey. They're in the courtroom."
Not staying there for a while, not letting her mother speak anything else, the brunette started running towards the courtroom. Her heart was pounding heavily. She couldn't stop her feet at all. No, her feet weren't agreeing with her at that time. They were pulling her towards the assembly hall.
She stopped, rushing inside the courtroom. There, the blonde was reading a scroll attentively. Completing having the read, he folded and handed it towards a guard. Bowing, the soldier left. Looking at his cousin, he smirked.
"Sis!" He blurted, "Katherine is no more now. Those Russians turned her into ashes. But prince Hiwatari..."
The name filled her heart with peace. Then again, the 'But' before his name shook her confidence. Gulping, she hurriedly asked, "What happened to him?"
"What will happen to him, Hil?" The Spanish guy chortled, "He's the one and only Kai Alexander Hiwatari. The demons couldn't touch his hair even, let alone harming him."
Heavens knew how appeased Hilary's heart became hearing the sentence. She felt as if somebody had sprinkled cold water in the sweltering blazes of worries. Her blood-streams spread the refreshment all over her body. Warm tears flowed through her cheeks, releasing the heat of the suspense finally. Somehow wiping them, she left the room. The blonde and the Spaniard exchanged gazes but couldn't understand anything.
She was slowly walking by the wooden pillars of the lobby, having artistic gold-rimmed inscriptions. Golden carpets were hanging outside. Vapors were getting discharged from the firepots on three-legged stands. She kept plodding, offering her brain to her heart.
"Actually, he's like that," The redhead smiled, 'If you get to meet him once, you'll also fall in love with him."
Crimson glow of the newly risen sun brushed the cheeks of the chocolate-haired princess, leaving their reflection there. She found her path to a new direction. Her heart was baffled; it was striving hard to guess the aromatic essence. But it was telling her that something was special in the waves of those flashes.
"I've heard everything, Hil."
A female Spaniard stood in front of her. Seeing her cousin, the brunette stopped, smiling gently.
"All is well now, Hil," Julia squeezed her shoulders, "The Russian princes have made everything alright, specially prince Hiwatari."
Not uttering a single word, Hilary kept walking beside the dual-haired girl. Her cousin kept blabbering, "There's something special in him, isn't it? At first, he banned a corrupt ritual from his country. Then, he killed such a fierce demoness and protected the sages from her wrath. Valiance and benevolence-both of them lie inside his heart, don't they?"
Hilary didn't reply, just nodded. Turning to her, Julia caressed her chin, "Besides, he also enthralled my beautiful cousin, didn't he?"
Hilary embraced her cousin tightly, not able to control the streams of her overflowing emotions. Loosening the hug, Julia kept a hand on her shoulder, "Hil, he has found his way to your heart, hasn't he? You've fallen in love with him, haven't you?"
The last sentence of the Spaniard rang in the ears of the brunette like the reverberations of any temple bell. Blood displayed its color beneath her fair skin. Her heart thumped, her feet again lugged her. Covering her face, she started scurrying across the lobby.
"I can understand everything!" Julia yelled playfully, "You cannot hide your feelings from me!"
Those words couldn't be heard by the brunette. Inside her head, a honeyed song was being played. That song had only one stanza: You've fallen in love with him, haven't you?
Her brown tresses bounced on her slender waist, the fringe of her gown got slid against the marble-stone ground. Her earrings swayed, a flower tucked behind her left ear fell down. She didn't care, she kept moving on like the ever-flowing streams of a cascade finding its way towards mother earth.
She tried to portray him on the canvas of her heart but her attempts went futile. However, she didn't mind. Wiping her tears, she kept routing. Stopping in front of a railing, she put her hands on it. A gust of monsoon airstream pushed her strands back. She felt tickled, just screwing her nose. Bougainvillea flowers blossomed in purple and crimson. Two birds sat on the railing and started cheeping. Hilary felt they were saying to her, "You've fallen in love with him, haven't you?"
'Yes...' She blushingly nodded. The birds, bumblebees and butterflies cheered hearing her heart. Soon, they organized a tiny concert there for her right at the balcony. The leaves and flower petals danced, she kept enjoying the ceremony of love.
Oh beloved, you're great,
So are your admirations.
Since your color has streaked me,
I've also been great.
Oh...I've found it...
Oh...I've found it...
I've found a gem named love,
I've found a gem named love,
Now, it's the season of unity,
I've found a gem named love...
Well, the curse seems familiar, doesn't it? If it doesn't, try to recall episode no-48 of Beyblade: V-force xD But but...don't need to feel sorry for Kai now because the worst and most horrible curses are still left *Shivers*
Can you say who helped Kai kill Katherine? ;)
Guess the song ;D
Do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and the spelling errors. Take care :D
-Misty ^_^