BEYBLADE

PROLOGUE

An unexpected wind forced it's way through the silence, stinging the young boy's face like a thousand needles of ice. He shivered involuntarily, wrapping a thin, woolen blanket about his lithe shoulders as he huddled against a stone wall, an eerie darkness surrounding the cold cell, a darkness broken into several sections by rays of blue light that shone from above. He hated this place. It's dark walls, damp floors and low ceiling could maybe only comfort a bug, or a spider, but not a human. Especially not one such as he. He hated being back here.

The boy stood, defiant to let them know of his weakness, determined to remain strong and unbroken beneath the eyes of his watchful guard. A sharp, relentless pain shot through his back and he winced, his expression half-hidden beneath the greyish-blue bangs that hung, heavy with dirt and sewer water, across his chestnut orbs. He forced himself to remain standing, straight and proud despite the various twinges of pain, facing the barred door before him.

A shrill, high-pitched cry echoed throughout the place, forcing the boy to to his knees. He shook his head as the sound died down, clamping both hands to the pained expression upon his face in an attempt to rip away the anger. Again, the sound was heard, the sound of an eagle, or maybe a phoenix... perhaps both. He stood to his feet and dashed toward the door, clasping a hand around the ice-cold bars while the other, a clenched fist, bashed against the stone wall.

The boy clenched his teeth and tilted his head to the ground, closing his chestnut orbs tightly in a vain attempt to shut the sound out. It was to no avail. He looked up and yelled out, as loud as he possibly could, calls of hatred and pain, his demanding tone echoing through his cell block, yet his calls would go unheard.

He stepped back as the door before him swung open, forcing an eerie, high-pitched sound to ring throughout the dark cell. A hooded figure walked in, much taller than the boy himself as he came to stop in front of him. All that could be seen beneath this man's hood were his silvery-white tendrils as they sat sprawled across his shoulders.

" .....Kai...." The male voice smirked, revealing pure white, sharpened teeth beneath his dark, fleshy lips.

Kai assumed a cool stance, forcing himself to stay where he stood.