Yola! It's me, Kitty, back with another chapter of my fanfic! Yes, my chapters are short, heh heh. Oh well. I've already written (wrote?) two chapters today, so just think, two chapters a day...
-The next day-

Five year-old Rya woke up to bright sunlight. That couldn't be right, it was usually so dark in her room. Rya sat up and opened her eyes. She quickly closed them tightly. The sun was brighter than she'd thought it was. She slowly opened one eye, and then the other.

She stared in surprise at her surroundings. Now THIS couldn't be right. Surrounding her were beautiful, green, tree-covered mountains. Birds chirped noisily around her. There were no signs of people. No buildings, no shrines, not even a BeyStadium. No sounds of children playing, metalworkers pounding iron to make swords.

Rya was in a panic. Her heart was racing, and her brain went into overdrive. She had to think clearly. Focus, focus, focus. Then it dawned on her. It must be a dream. Has to be.

She had once heard the little boys in her village say that if you pinched yourself in a dream, it wouldn't hurt. Rya reached out and pinched herself on her arm. She flinched at the sharp, sudden pain. She pinched herself again, this time on the cheek. Same thing. It wasn't a dream?

Rya suddenly thought about her past; how her mother had died giving birth to Rya; how one day her Dad didn't come back from his job; how the Elders had decided to take her in after her Dad had died protecting the village; how the adults had always seemed wary of her, like she was going to hurt them.

Rya stood up. She was overcome by dizziness and fell down backwards. She hit the ground with a loud THUD. The ground was really hard. Harder than she'd expected. She passed out from the impact.