Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade but I do own my new characters.
Author's Note: Hello people. If any of you have ever read my Beyblade fics, you'll know I'm terrible at writing them. But here I am trying yet AGAIN! This story is completely fantasy in the sense that there are angel-like creatures. If you cannot tolerate fantasy of any sort, I'll say this in the kindest way possible: "Get out!"
Now for anyone still here please read and enjoy and above all after you finish reading please review! Please?!?!
The wind blew gently over the vast field of wild flowers. Today seemed to be a perfect day to skip out on political activity. Being a ruler of a kingdom was quiet tiring as Max had figured out long ago.
Max opened his large blue eyes and surveyed the sky lazily. The clouds were floating gently without a care in the world. Max smiled. Kai would certainly reprimand him for skipping out on the military strategy meeting.
Max would never say so out loud, but he thought Kai had completely lost his mind to revenge since the death of his sister in the war. Max smile faded as he remembered the sweet girl. She had been killed during the first battle, when those "angels" had followed the soldiers back to the kingdom. It had been the greatest blow the kingdom had sustained but it had cut their power to about half its original strength.
Those "angels" had started the war. "Angels" was no longer a term for the beautiful messengers of heaven. Although the enemy was a true angel, the term was easily matched to them. Their most defining feature was their wings. Their wings were black and gave them speed and grace with their flight.
But like all enemies, they could be killed and many of their kind had died. However, their comrades had taken their dying corpses and retreated after every battle. No one has ever discovered if they heal their comrades of bury them. The "angels" all looked the same to Max and he felt nothing when killing them.
"Max! There you are!" Tyson came and slid down the soft hill to lie beside his best friend. "Kai is going to kill you when he sees you lying out here doing nothing. You didn't even come to the meeting."
"I hate fighting. I took twelve baths and still couldn't get the smell of blood off me." Max said closing his eyes sadly. Tyson felt bad for his friend. Max was kind and he hated this war more than anyone. He didn't especially like killing anyone but he knew he had to do his part to protect the people of the kingdom.
A shadow passed over them. It passed at such a great speed; they both doubted whether or not it had even been there. But then another and another passed. They looked up and saw the shadow of creatures too large to be birds.
"They came back!" Both boys ran up the hill towards the nearest watchtower. A flame had already been lit to warn everyone. Tyson and Max drew his sword and followed the cries of dying soldiers.
The streets were flooded with blood and the "angels" were killing soldiers indiscriminately, or it seemed that way. One could never tell with them. Their bodies looked like that of a human, with the exception of wings, but their faces were bird like. No one tended to pay much attention to this because anyone who got close enough to look was probably killed.
Max saw on of the "angels" circling the kingdom. It was dodging left and right, seemingly on a killing spree but Max could see what it was doing. It was looking for something. He followed behind it at a fair distance, killing the angels in his path. The angel he was following stopped as it spotted its prey.
"Emily, watch out!" Max yelled. The "angel" flew at her and lashed a whip fiercely at her face. Emily screamed as it wrapped around her wrist, wrenching her towards her hunter. Max pulled out his pistol and fired at the angel's face. The "angel" fell from the sky and crumpled on the blood soaked street, clutching its injured eye.
It turned its good eye on Max. Blood trailed from its wound. Emily was unconscious at its feet. It reached into her bag and extracted a bottle of shining liquid. It shone almost like a star. Stowing the bottle away, the angel pushed Emily's limp form into the wall. It was still clutching its eye.
It lashed its whip at Max's gun and tore it free from his hand. Max charged to strike it but it took flight. It drew its own sword and attacked. Max defended and pushed away the offending blade.
"Max duck!" cried a voice behind him. Ray was there with his pistol drawn and aimed at the "angel". He fired but his bullet never made it to the target. A large black form swept in and protected both Max and his enemy from the bullet. There was a shrill cry of anguish. It crumpled to the street, dying.
The cry was loud and high. Max and Ray both dropped their weapons and covered their ears in hopes of drowning out the noise. The piercing noise shattered the nearby windows. Max fought to stay conscious but was losing rapidly. He opened his eyes and saw the "angel" he'd been fighting. It was shielding Emily from the shards of the window. It had dropped its hand from its wound and a large blue eye stared back at him, frightened.
It left Emily and struck Max across the neck, knocking him unconscious. It picked him up and helped the other "angel" away. A long loud shrill cry echoed through the kingdom. The "angels" stopped their onslaught and fled from where they came, carrying the injured and dying.
"My lady, are you alright?"
"I am fine."
"Who broke through your mask?"
"This boy did but he saw me."
"You shouldn't feel so compassionate for these monsters. They started this whole war."
"But does no one wish for this war to end?"
"My lady, there is no one who wishes for the war to continue but there is also no one who wishes to lose their home and people to the enemy."
The "angel" stopped and removed her shattered mask. The "angels" gathered around asking if she was ok and looking suspiciously at the unconscious blonde she laid in the snug crib formed by the roots of the tree.
They all tended to their wounds and saw those off who'd passed away in their effort to retrieve their treasure. The dying "angels" were carried to the lake and left to float across the water, losing their memories and wings. Feathers floated on the lake's surface before burning up in the moonlight to become silver dust blown through the forest by the night wind.
"My lady, you are bleeding."
"It is little pain to the pain of our dearly departed loves." The solemn reply came. There was a moment given for the dead before the "angels" left to ensure their safety.
"My lady, why are you bringing that filthy monster?"
"They are not monsters!" she reprimanded calmly. "Do not forget we are the ones who gave up our voices for our wings. To them, we must be monsters."
Max was gently aroused from his sleep by chirping. He opened his bleary eyes and several pairs of large different colored eyes stared back him. He cried out in shock and the numerous pairs of eyes widened before their owners squawked in shock and delight as they flew about him.
Max stared wide at them. "Angels?" he said softly. Little children, human children, with white wings were circling him. They were twittering happily and pointing and chattering in all at once.
Max cried out in distress and jumped away when one tried to touch him. He felt air beneath him as he fell out of the tree and began tumbling all the way to the ground. Almost upon impact, he felt someone grab him and slow his descent. He landed on the soft forest floor and looked up to see many "angels" around him.
The one holding his hand was floating above him, slowly descending until she was at his eye level. He jerked away as soon as she released him. He fell backwards scrambling away.
These didn't look like the same "angels" who had killed his people. Their wings were white as snow and they were shying away from him as if he were a wild dog. However, the "angel" who had caught him seemed concerned. The other "angels" were trying to stop her approaching him but she cautiously inched forward.
When she finally stood in front of him, she looked at him with concern. She tentatively reached up and touched a bump on the back of his head. She made a soft crooning noise it sound…apologetic. Max couldn't understand why she would be sorry and then he remembered that "angel" he'd fought with.
"Are you that angel that thumped me on the head?"
Her eyes furrowed in confusion. Her hand dropped away from his head and there was a rush of noise around them. The other "angels" seemed to be whispering and they were flapping their wings noisily.
A few birds flew at him and started pecking at him angrily. The "angel" in front of him shooed them away and squawked angrily at the audience of "angels." The other "angels" dispersed, while bowing apologetically, making the same crooning noise she'd made earlier. They were soon alone in the clearing.
Max sat down on the ground and looked around. This part of the forest looked foreign. The forest had been deemed a no man's land. The "angels" always disappeared into the forest, leaving no trace of their ever being there and killing anyone entered their domain. Max looked around again. The forest was a beautiful place. The moonlight filtered through the trees dotting the darkened forest with beams of light. Everything was lush and fresh. He couldn't imagine people being killed in this place.
A soft crooning sound brought his attention back to the girl. She was floating softly above the ground, watching him. Max stared at her for a long time. Normally in such a circumstance, he'd follow his instincts. However, his instincts were muddled. He had been at war so long that he didn't even see the "angels" anymore. He just saw their weapons. He just saw their intent to kill. But when he looked at the girl, it seemed like he was mistaken. She didn't want to hurt him. He could tell. She had even protected him.
He smiled softly at her. "Come here, I won't hurt you." She approached him slowly but kept looking around. She took his hand and tugged him towards the tree. He followed. She flew up to the lowest branch and tugged at his hand impatiently. He climbed up and sat on the first branch beside her.
Finally, she relaxed. She smiled at him tugged him to the next branch. He followed her and looked around fascinated. Every branch seemed like a step into a different world. Some levels had birds building nests on them and some had thick bunches of berries. Max wondered for a moment how all these places could exist in one forest.
When they reached the highest canopy of forest, the "angel" flew to her nest and sat down comfortably. For the first time since he started his ascent, he looked down and almost fell from dizziness. He was almost certain the tree was a hundred stories high.
The "angel's" soft crooning made him look up. Her wings were stretched out, keeping her air borne and for the first time he felt jealous of the "angels". They had no fear of falling. They could fly and be free.
She held out her hand and guided him to the safety of her nest. He sat down and sighed with relief. She sat down beside him and smiled gently wrapping her wings around them both.
She gently pulled him down so he could lay his head in the crook of her neck. It took him a while to relax into a stranger's arms. It seemed odd but he felt safe and protected in the shelter of her wings. She began singing in her birdlike voice. That's when the obvious hit him. She may have seemed like an angel but in truth she acted like a bird. With that thought he fell asleep.
Author's Note: Ok I have NEVER managed to write a good Beyblade fic but I am trying again. Please be kind and review. I hoped you enjoyed this first chapter.