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Shea stared at her opponent and gripped her beyblade launcher hard. Even though this was just a game to her, something inside her made her tense and alert. She was competitive. Despite being not to attached and familiar to the beyblading world, she still wanted to win. But she knew her chance was slim. The Blade Breakers watching may not have seen this, but she looked almost crestfallen. Ray's words echoed in her ears, ".once the beast is out, there is nothing you can do to stop it."
"Here goes nothing." Shea thought in a glum as she pulled the ripcord. Her small black blade smashed forcefully into the dish. Again the golden fox came forth, and sent lightning flashing everywhere. She concentrated and willed her blade to dodge. The small blade wove through the flying sparks, though slower and slower. At last, a ray of lightning hit its side, and the small spinning top wobbled.
"Oh man, she is spent." Exclaimed Tyson on the watch stand. The game was over.
Suddenly out of nowhere a strange white light appeared. It grew larger and larger and took the shape of a large white bird. Its wings were long and its eyes were dark. It glided around the stadium, crying in a song like voice. Then it collected its wings and dived into the wobbling black beyblade.
"Blimey! Is that what I think it is?" The announcer shouted incredulously, voicing everyone's question.
Shea looked on in disbelief as her beyblade righted itself and started spinning again. She had seen the white bird, and also felt its presence. She heard a gentle voice speaking to her, "Shea, that's your name, right?"
Shea breathed deep, "That's right. and who are you? Or more accurately, what are you?" She did not ask it out loud, but the message went through.
"I am an ancient spirit, in the form of that bird you just saw."
Shea's eyes widened, "Are you a bit-beast?"
"Yes," Replied the voice, "And my name is Descant."
The black-haired girl was still in shock, "Wow. That's. unbelievable!"
The gentle voice laughed, "Would you like me to win this match for you? Just call me out."
"All right then." Sounding a little hesitant, she cried, "Come, Descant!"
The white bird rose from the beyblade and flew into the air, its long, graceful wings swooping. Slowly the bird began to sing. It was a silvery voice akin to that of a loon, though much complex and human like. The song was dark, like the silent, starless night sky. As the sound wove, darkness spread. The dish was covered in thick shadows that were expanding faster and faster. The golden fox seemed lost. The flashes of lightning around it slowly vanished. Then it seemed that the fox itself was fading into the darkness. The boy cried, but it was no use, darkness pressed down from all sides. The yellow blade slowed down as if great weights pressed down upon it. Then at last it stopped spinning altogether. The audiences were silent, dazed and shocked.
Shea whispered, "You can return now, Descant."
The white bird nodded and changed its song. The notes grew clear and sweet and the shadows vanished like wisps of smoke. The bird swooped down and sank into the blade, which was still spinning.
"Wow! Wow!" The announcer seemed to be at a loss for words, "And the third round goes to Shea Willington. She progresses to the final match!"
In any other circumstances the Blade Breakers would ran to their friend and congratulate her. But none of them moved. They were all stunned, still dazed about what just happened. When they finally awoke from their trance, Shea was long gone.
Shea clenched the beyblade tightly in her hand and walked. She wanted to find somewhere quiet so she could talk to her new bit-beast. She reached the sandy lot in the park and sank down on the ground.
"Descant? Can you hear me?" She called in her mind.
Her black blade glowed silver as the gentle voice replied, "Yes, I am here."
"That was really impressive, Descant." Shea said, looking to start a conversation.
"My thanks, Shea." The voice replied, "You must have many questions."
"Yes, quite a lot of them, actually." Shea swallowed, "How did you do that thing you did today, anyway?"
"I am an enchantress, Shea. I can sing things into reality. That was a song of darkness I sang today. In proved useful against that bit-beast whose power was based on lightning." Descant replied.
"Where did you learn those songs?" Shea asked, intrigued.
"My old master taught me, though he only taught me that one song. Afterward he would have nothing to do with me, because he thought me weak and unable to battle."
"Nonsense!" Shea said indignantly, "With a voice like yours why do you need to know how to battle!" The girl sighed, "I envy you, Descant. Your singing was beautiful. I love music, and I am quite good at instruments, but," She made a face, "I really can't sing."
Descant laughed, a soft, silvery laugh. "That's why I came to you, Shea." She said, "I saw your love for music, and I know you would love me."
The raven-haired girl suddenly grinned, "Say, Descant. If you sing a song about fire, would that bring out real fire? Like what you did today?"
"I should be able to do that. Though I do not know any other songs." The songbird sounded a little saddened.
Shea laughed, "No problem, because I can teach you all the great music in the world."
When the Blade Breakers found Shea, she was sitting on the ground flipping through large books. Her blade was spinning beside her, and a large white bird hovered above the blade.
They all stared wide-mouthed. Max was the first one the broke the silence. "What are you doing, Shea?" He asked.
Shea raised her head and smiled, "Hi Max! Tyson, Ray and Kenny, good to see you guys. I am just teaching Descant a few songs."
Tyson's eyebrows went up so high they almost disappeared in his hair, "You are teaching a bit-beast how to sing?"
Shea laughed at his expression, "That's what my bit-beast does. Descant is a songbird. You should be able to tell that from her name."
Ray smiled, "We want to tell you that was an extraordinary match today. Your bit-beast-- Descant, right--is very impressive!"
"Thanks guys." Shea replied cheerfully.
"Too bad it's kind late now. I am really interested to take some data on your bit-beast and blade." Kenny said eagerly.
Tyson laughed, "No sweat, chief. She will win this regional, and she will be on our team. Then you can check her data everyday."
Everyone laughed and the great white bird gently flapped its wings and chimed soft notes in response.
Shea stared at her opponent and gripped her beyblade launcher hard. Even though this was just a game to her, something inside her made her tense and alert. She was competitive. Despite being not to attached and familiar to the beyblading world, she still wanted to win. But she knew her chance was slim. The Blade Breakers watching may not have seen this, but she looked almost crestfallen. Ray's words echoed in her ears, ".once the beast is out, there is nothing you can do to stop it."
"Here goes nothing." Shea thought in a glum as she pulled the ripcord. Her small black blade smashed forcefully into the dish. Again the golden fox came forth, and sent lightning flashing everywhere. She concentrated and willed her blade to dodge. The small blade wove through the flying sparks, though slower and slower. At last, a ray of lightning hit its side, and the small spinning top wobbled.
"Oh man, she is spent." Exclaimed Tyson on the watch stand. The game was over.
Suddenly out of nowhere a strange white light appeared. It grew larger and larger and took the shape of a large white bird. Its wings were long and its eyes were dark. It glided around the stadium, crying in a song like voice. Then it collected its wings and dived into the wobbling black beyblade.
"Blimey! Is that what I think it is?" The announcer shouted incredulously, voicing everyone's question.
Shea looked on in disbelief as her beyblade righted itself and started spinning again. She had seen the white bird, and also felt its presence. She heard a gentle voice speaking to her, "Shea, that's your name, right?"
Shea breathed deep, "That's right. and who are you? Or more accurately, what are you?" She did not ask it out loud, but the message went through.
"I am an ancient spirit, in the form of that bird you just saw."
Shea's eyes widened, "Are you a bit-beast?"
"Yes," Replied the voice, "And my name is Descant."
The black-haired girl was still in shock, "Wow. That's. unbelievable!"
The gentle voice laughed, "Would you like me to win this match for you? Just call me out."
"All right then." Sounding a little hesitant, she cried, "Come, Descant!"
The white bird rose from the beyblade and flew into the air, its long, graceful wings swooping. Slowly the bird began to sing. It was a silvery voice akin to that of a loon, though much complex and human like. The song was dark, like the silent, starless night sky. As the sound wove, darkness spread. The dish was covered in thick shadows that were expanding faster and faster. The golden fox seemed lost. The flashes of lightning around it slowly vanished. Then it seemed that the fox itself was fading into the darkness. The boy cried, but it was no use, darkness pressed down from all sides. The yellow blade slowed down as if great weights pressed down upon it. Then at last it stopped spinning altogether. The audiences were silent, dazed and shocked.
Shea whispered, "You can return now, Descant."
The white bird nodded and changed its song. The notes grew clear and sweet and the shadows vanished like wisps of smoke. The bird swooped down and sank into the blade, which was still spinning.
"Wow! Wow!" The announcer seemed to be at a loss for words, "And the third round goes to Shea Willington. She progresses to the final match!"
In any other circumstances the Blade Breakers would ran to their friend and congratulate her. But none of them moved. They were all stunned, still dazed about what just happened. When they finally awoke from their trance, Shea was long gone.
Shea clenched the beyblade tightly in her hand and walked. She wanted to find somewhere quiet so she could talk to her new bit-beast. She reached the sandy lot in the park and sank down on the ground.
"Descant? Can you hear me?" She called in her mind.
Her black blade glowed silver as the gentle voice replied, "Yes, I am here."
"That was really impressive, Descant." Shea said, looking to start a conversation.
"My thanks, Shea." The voice replied, "You must have many questions."
"Yes, quite a lot of them, actually." Shea swallowed, "How did you do that thing you did today, anyway?"
"I am an enchantress, Shea. I can sing things into reality. That was a song of darkness I sang today. In proved useful against that bit-beast whose power was based on lightning." Descant replied.
"Where did you learn those songs?" Shea asked, intrigued.
"My old master taught me, though he only taught me that one song. Afterward he would have nothing to do with me, because he thought me weak and unable to battle."
"Nonsense!" Shea said indignantly, "With a voice like yours why do you need to know how to battle!" The girl sighed, "I envy you, Descant. Your singing was beautiful. I love music, and I am quite good at instruments, but," She made a face, "I really can't sing."
Descant laughed, a soft, silvery laugh. "That's why I came to you, Shea." She said, "I saw your love for music, and I know you would love me."
The raven-haired girl suddenly grinned, "Say, Descant. If you sing a song about fire, would that bring out real fire? Like what you did today?"
"I should be able to do that. Though I do not know any other songs." The songbird sounded a little saddened.
Shea laughed, "No problem, because I can teach you all the great music in the world."
When the Blade Breakers found Shea, she was sitting on the ground flipping through large books. Her blade was spinning beside her, and a large white bird hovered above the blade.
They all stared wide-mouthed. Max was the first one the broke the silence. "What are you doing, Shea?" He asked.
Shea raised her head and smiled, "Hi Max! Tyson, Ray and Kenny, good to see you guys. I am just teaching Descant a few songs."
Tyson's eyebrows went up so high they almost disappeared in his hair, "You are teaching a bit-beast how to sing?"
Shea laughed at his expression, "That's what my bit-beast does. Descant is a songbird. You should be able to tell that from her name."
Ray smiled, "We want to tell you that was an extraordinary match today. Your bit-beast-- Descant, right--is very impressive!"
"Thanks guys." Shea replied cheerfully.
"Too bad it's kind late now. I am really interested to take some data on your bit-beast and blade." Kenny said eagerly.
Tyson laughed, "No sweat, chief. She will win this regional, and she will be on our team. Then you can check her data everyday."
Everyone laughed and the great white bird gently flapped its wings and chimed soft notes in response.