I own everything you don't recognise from Beyblade, except for Reena, who is owned by Silverwolf043, and is used with her full permission. Don't worry if something's don't make sense right now, it'll be explained later.
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In the darkness of her room Lady Serafine Maeve Bitson awoke with a start, a voice had summoned her from dark dreams, telling her to come to the place appointed by her ancestors.
"Scythe?" She hissed under her breath. Her red and black blade, which had been laying on the cheery wood bedside table pulsed with a soft red light.
.:Humm.:. Came the voice in her head, her bitbeast sounded sleepy. .:You wanted something Maeve?:.
"Who wants me?" She asked in a whisper, "Which one?"
.:Lets see.:. Maeve felt Scythe reach out and sense the surrounding countryside with his mind. .:I think it's Faye.:. He said, with an amused sound to his telekinetic voice.
"Faye!?" Maeve grined in the gloom. "I haven't heard from her since Grandmother died!"
.:She wants to talk to you, she says it's important.:.
"At the grove?"
.:Where else?:.
Maeve stood up, her long white nightgown stirring in the soft brezze comming through the open window. Her long hair loose to her waist. Brilient eyes glowing softly in the dark.
"Is everyone asleep?" She asked, a still moment.
.:Your teammates are all asleep.:.
"Reena?"
.:The Key is sleeping, she's dreaming of Kai.:.
Maeve suddenly felt mischievous. "And what exactly is she dreaming about?" She questioned her bitbeast tartly.
.:A chocolate bath.:. She could 'hear' the slight snicker in Scythe's voice. .:Don't worry, they will be safe for a few hours.:.
Maeve grinned and walked over to the peg by the door, from which a long, snowy white riding cloak hung. She swiftly drew it about her and did up the fastenings.
.:Are you going to fly?:. Asked Scythe, his 'voice' sounding dozy.
"Of course." Maeve replied promptly. She walked over to the window and threw open the curtains. She was a striking figure in the blue moonlight. Slender, strong, enigmatic and enthral. "See you later, Scythe." She told the beast.
.:Goodnight 'Eve.:. After a few moments Maeve could tell he was sleeping again.
Maeve grinned again and opened the window fully. She then climbed out onto the ledge. It was about half four in the morning and the full moon kept a watchful eye over the slumbering mountainous countryside. It was late spring, early summer, but it was still cold.
Hesitating only for a moment they young woman threw herself over the edge of the sill with a small yelp.
A few seconds later a large barn owl with sharp green eyes flew away.
Half an hour later Maeve walked silently threw a small wood on top a large tor. Oak, thorn and birch, the most ancient and magical of trees surrounded her. Her eyes and ears were alert for sounds, her feet making hardly an noise as she walked.
At length she came to a small clearing of trees, smooth, worn rocks were scattered across it, from under a large, gnarled oak tree issued forth a small stream, crystal clear and cool.
Maeve placed on hand in the water and cupping it, drank, careful not to spill a drop, as if it was the most costly wine. She then sat down on a rock and waited.
"Well," she said, "i'm here."
"She's going to be late!" Came a hoarse croak. Maeve gave a little jump and a small 'Argh!' She turned round and saw a large raven perched on a birch branch.
"Brendan! You scared me!"
"Ha!" The raven laughed. "Been having fun gallivanting with the Key and her friends!?"
"I have not been 'gallivanting' Brendan. And they're not just Reena's friends, they're mine!"
"Found your mate yet? O nameless one."
"Shut up, you crow! What the hells are you doing here anyways!?"
"Faye summoned me as well, harlot!"
"Why you-!"
.:Stop it both of you!:. Came the new voice, one that was felt, not heard.
"Told ya she'd be late!" Said Brendan the raven gleefully.
.:Silence Brendan, stop pestering Serafine Maeve!:.
"Yeah, stop pestering me!" Hissed Maeve. "Lady Faye." She greeted the voice. At the foot of the oak tree from which the stream flowed there appeared an tall, dark haired woman dressed in a black and red dress, there was a small circle of silver on her head.
"Maeve," the woman, Faye, said, "You are well?"
"How can I be otherwise?" Maeve said with a smile.
"And- the Key?"
Maeve scowled. "And we move on to Reena. Yes, she's well, they haven't tried to hurt her."
"You haven't told her about us." It was a statement, not a question. Maeve went slightly red.
"Well, she knows Fairies exist, and that i'm part Faerie, what else dose she need to know?"
"Oh dear," said the raven, "you haven't told her? Have you?"
"I do not see the need for me to tell them that! It's not as if it makes any difference in my life!"
"I would like to meet her." Put in Faye, quietly.
"Me too." Said Brendan.
"Oh yes," Maeve put in, "the poor girl wants a normal life and a talking raven and a Fae Queen want me to bring her along for a visit! Kai thinks i'm a trigger happy lunatic already, Tyson and Max think i'm weird, Kenny keeps going on about how I should die young because I can charge electricity through my body and Ray-" At this Maeve trailed off. "I don't think I want to know what Ray thinks of me." She finished.
There was a pregnant pause then. "You fancy that Ray, don't you?" From Brendan.
Maeve went bright red. "I never said I did!"
"You do! You so do!" Cackled Brendan.
"Brendan!" Snapped Faye. The raven became quiet. "Eve," she said softly. Maeve looked at her in an embarrassed sort of way. "Maeve, you know what that girl is, and what you are. You and the rest of your team must watch over her. You, Maeve, have to make sure that she is kept safe from our enemies. You know her fate."
"It's a hard way and it doesn't have to be so, she has suffered already." Muttered Maeve.
"NO!" Barked Faye, her sapphire eyes glowing like blue fire. "You cannot change the pattern! You are Mage, it is forbidden. For Mages-"
"Serve the Pattern; thought we are accused of following our own will it is for the glory of the One, and the Pattern that we labour. We work directly with the heart of magic and have little need for gods and lesser enchantments." Finished Maeve in a monotones voice that sounded like some route remembered teaching.
"Serve the Pattern, but do not change it." Said Brendan, sharing a nod with Faye. "You, I, Lady Faye and even the Key are only threads in the Pattern. We cannot see the final end, only the One can."
"Tell your team mates who you are." Finished Faye. "If you do not, I foresee that terrible thinks will happen."
"Alright." Said Maeve sulkily. Then something else came to her. "Why did you call Brendan as well?"
"He is to go with you to the 'tournament'."
"WHAT!?" Screamed Maeve. "TAKE THAT- THAT- THING TO THE EUROPEAN BEYBLADING TOURNAMENT!?"
"Who are you calling a thing!?" Demanded Brendan. Maeve wasn't listening.
"Oh, yes, that'll look really good: turning up with a talking crow! What'll people think!?"
"Thanks for making me feel so wanted." Muttered Brendan.
"He is going with you to keep an eye on you."
"I don't need him to keep and eye on me! I can look after myself, you know!"
"He will go because I feel something will happen." Said Faye.
"And I don't suppose you'll tell me what this terrible thing is, huh?"
"I cannot Maeve, you know that."
"It's not as if I've got enough on my plate with Delphine and that team of hers."
"The Morrigane." Put in Brendan, with mock helpfulness. If looks could kill, the raven would have been struck dead several times over.
"What happens if some 'norms' hear him talking?" Asked Maeve, desperate to get out of having to take Brendan.
"Only you will be able to hear him." The Faerie said with a smile. "Maeve, I think I know best, I am your cousin and I am countless years older than you."
"I don't need a baby-sitter." Maeve muttered sulkily.
"Like you didn't need a baby-sitter when you let that foaming at the mouth werewolf in the school." Brendan stated dryly.
"He sounded sane when I talked to him!"
"Or the time you turned Magnus into a duck."
"I was under the influence of the 'ale mind' curse!"
"You mean you were drunk!"
Faye smiled softly as the raven and mage argued. Brendan was two hundred years old and extremely wise, he was also very senile. Maeve acted older but she was really very young. None of them noticed the horizon lightening.
"You are such a egoistic-" Maeve was stopped mid insult when she heard a little gasp from Faye. Maeve's bright eyes shot over the tree tops to the blood red sky. "Sunrise." She said in growing horror.
"Lady Faye!" Screamed Brendan. "Get back before the gate closes!"
Faye turned back to the tree and ran. As the first ray of light hit the oak Faye vanished with a brilliant flash, leaving Brendan and Maeve alone in the clearing.
"This is all your fault." Hissed Brendan to the Mage.
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A little confusing, I know, but hey, wanna know more?
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In the darkness of her room Lady Serafine Maeve Bitson awoke with a start, a voice had summoned her from dark dreams, telling her to come to the place appointed by her ancestors.
"Scythe?" She hissed under her breath. Her red and black blade, which had been laying on the cheery wood bedside table pulsed with a soft red light.
.:Humm.:. Came the voice in her head, her bitbeast sounded sleepy. .:You wanted something Maeve?:.
"Who wants me?" She asked in a whisper, "Which one?"
.:Lets see.:. Maeve felt Scythe reach out and sense the surrounding countryside with his mind. .:I think it's Faye.:. He said, with an amused sound to his telekinetic voice.
"Faye!?" Maeve grined in the gloom. "I haven't heard from her since Grandmother died!"
.:She wants to talk to you, she says it's important.:.
"At the grove?"
.:Where else?:.
Maeve stood up, her long white nightgown stirring in the soft brezze comming through the open window. Her long hair loose to her waist. Brilient eyes glowing softly in the dark.
"Is everyone asleep?" She asked, a still moment.
.:Your teammates are all asleep.:.
"Reena?"
.:The Key is sleeping, she's dreaming of Kai.:.
Maeve suddenly felt mischievous. "And what exactly is she dreaming about?" She questioned her bitbeast tartly.
.:A chocolate bath.:. She could 'hear' the slight snicker in Scythe's voice. .:Don't worry, they will be safe for a few hours.:.
Maeve grinned and walked over to the peg by the door, from which a long, snowy white riding cloak hung. She swiftly drew it about her and did up the fastenings.
.:Are you going to fly?:. Asked Scythe, his 'voice' sounding dozy.
"Of course." Maeve replied promptly. She walked over to the window and threw open the curtains. She was a striking figure in the blue moonlight. Slender, strong, enigmatic and enthral. "See you later, Scythe." She told the beast.
.:Goodnight 'Eve.:. After a few moments Maeve could tell he was sleeping again.
Maeve grinned again and opened the window fully. She then climbed out onto the ledge. It was about half four in the morning and the full moon kept a watchful eye over the slumbering mountainous countryside. It was late spring, early summer, but it was still cold.
Hesitating only for a moment they young woman threw herself over the edge of the sill with a small yelp.
A few seconds later a large barn owl with sharp green eyes flew away.
Half an hour later Maeve walked silently threw a small wood on top a large tor. Oak, thorn and birch, the most ancient and magical of trees surrounded her. Her eyes and ears were alert for sounds, her feet making hardly an noise as she walked.
At length she came to a small clearing of trees, smooth, worn rocks were scattered across it, from under a large, gnarled oak tree issued forth a small stream, crystal clear and cool.
Maeve placed on hand in the water and cupping it, drank, careful not to spill a drop, as if it was the most costly wine. She then sat down on a rock and waited.
"Well," she said, "i'm here."
"She's going to be late!" Came a hoarse croak. Maeve gave a little jump and a small 'Argh!' She turned round and saw a large raven perched on a birch branch.
"Brendan! You scared me!"
"Ha!" The raven laughed. "Been having fun gallivanting with the Key and her friends!?"
"I have not been 'gallivanting' Brendan. And they're not just Reena's friends, they're mine!"
"Found your mate yet? O nameless one."
"Shut up, you crow! What the hells are you doing here anyways!?"
"Faye summoned me as well, harlot!"
"Why you-!"
.:Stop it both of you!:. Came the new voice, one that was felt, not heard.
"Told ya she'd be late!" Said Brendan the raven gleefully.
.:Silence Brendan, stop pestering Serafine Maeve!:.
"Yeah, stop pestering me!" Hissed Maeve. "Lady Faye." She greeted the voice. At the foot of the oak tree from which the stream flowed there appeared an tall, dark haired woman dressed in a black and red dress, there was a small circle of silver on her head.
"Maeve," the woman, Faye, said, "You are well?"
"How can I be otherwise?" Maeve said with a smile.
"And- the Key?"
Maeve scowled. "And we move on to Reena. Yes, she's well, they haven't tried to hurt her."
"You haven't told her about us." It was a statement, not a question. Maeve went slightly red.
"Well, she knows Fairies exist, and that i'm part Faerie, what else dose she need to know?"
"Oh dear," said the raven, "you haven't told her? Have you?"
"I do not see the need for me to tell them that! It's not as if it makes any difference in my life!"
"I would like to meet her." Put in Faye, quietly.
"Me too." Said Brendan.
"Oh yes," Maeve put in, "the poor girl wants a normal life and a talking raven and a Fae Queen want me to bring her along for a visit! Kai thinks i'm a trigger happy lunatic already, Tyson and Max think i'm weird, Kenny keeps going on about how I should die young because I can charge electricity through my body and Ray-" At this Maeve trailed off. "I don't think I want to know what Ray thinks of me." She finished.
There was a pregnant pause then. "You fancy that Ray, don't you?" From Brendan.
Maeve went bright red. "I never said I did!"
"You do! You so do!" Cackled Brendan.
"Brendan!" Snapped Faye. The raven became quiet. "Eve," she said softly. Maeve looked at her in an embarrassed sort of way. "Maeve, you know what that girl is, and what you are. You and the rest of your team must watch over her. You, Maeve, have to make sure that she is kept safe from our enemies. You know her fate."
"It's a hard way and it doesn't have to be so, she has suffered already." Muttered Maeve.
"NO!" Barked Faye, her sapphire eyes glowing like blue fire. "You cannot change the pattern! You are Mage, it is forbidden. For Mages-"
"Serve the Pattern; thought we are accused of following our own will it is for the glory of the One, and the Pattern that we labour. We work directly with the heart of magic and have little need for gods and lesser enchantments." Finished Maeve in a monotones voice that sounded like some route remembered teaching.
"Serve the Pattern, but do not change it." Said Brendan, sharing a nod with Faye. "You, I, Lady Faye and even the Key are only threads in the Pattern. We cannot see the final end, only the One can."
"Tell your team mates who you are." Finished Faye. "If you do not, I foresee that terrible thinks will happen."
"Alright." Said Maeve sulkily. Then something else came to her. "Why did you call Brendan as well?"
"He is to go with you to the 'tournament'."
"WHAT!?" Screamed Maeve. "TAKE THAT- THAT- THING TO THE EUROPEAN BEYBLADING TOURNAMENT!?"
"Who are you calling a thing!?" Demanded Brendan. Maeve wasn't listening.
"Oh, yes, that'll look really good: turning up with a talking crow! What'll people think!?"
"Thanks for making me feel so wanted." Muttered Brendan.
"He is going with you to keep an eye on you."
"I don't need him to keep and eye on me! I can look after myself, you know!"
"He will go because I feel something will happen." Said Faye.
"And I don't suppose you'll tell me what this terrible thing is, huh?"
"I cannot Maeve, you know that."
"It's not as if I've got enough on my plate with Delphine and that team of hers."
"The Morrigane." Put in Brendan, with mock helpfulness. If looks could kill, the raven would have been struck dead several times over.
"What happens if some 'norms' hear him talking?" Asked Maeve, desperate to get out of having to take Brendan.
"Only you will be able to hear him." The Faerie said with a smile. "Maeve, I think I know best, I am your cousin and I am countless years older than you."
"I don't need a baby-sitter." Maeve muttered sulkily.
"Like you didn't need a baby-sitter when you let that foaming at the mouth werewolf in the school." Brendan stated dryly.
"He sounded sane when I talked to him!"
"Or the time you turned Magnus into a duck."
"I was under the influence of the 'ale mind' curse!"
"You mean you were drunk!"
Faye smiled softly as the raven and mage argued. Brendan was two hundred years old and extremely wise, he was also very senile. Maeve acted older but she was really very young. None of them noticed the horizon lightening.
"You are such a egoistic-" Maeve was stopped mid insult when she heard a little gasp from Faye. Maeve's bright eyes shot over the tree tops to the blood red sky. "Sunrise." She said in growing horror.
"Lady Faye!" Screamed Brendan. "Get back before the gate closes!"
Faye turned back to the tree and ran. As the first ray of light hit the oak Faye vanished with a brilliant flash, leaving Brendan and Maeve alone in the clearing.
"This is all your fault." Hissed Brendan to the Mage.
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A little confusing, I know, but hey, wanna know more?