This is chapter 4! I am back to my confusing writing style for this chapter. You can probably predict the times when I will use this style in the story. I won't say much about the chapter so read to find out. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. All unrecognized characters belong to my random creation.
Part 2:
Chapter 4 – Eden
Italics – thoughtsIn the beginning, there was a place called Eden. It was a beautiful, lush garden filled with the wonders of life. It was perfection that was placed before the hands of man, and in the hands of man it was destroyed. Its bounding chain shattered through dangerous temptations. Greedy hands grasped the forbidden, forever burying the enchantments, leaving it in broken splendor.
It was to this dead place that she returned. Pulled back by forgotten memories and once again locked away by renewed anguish. In the dim light of the darkening sky, the blurred shadows of a man emerged. Surrounded in mist, his piercing eyes looked through her heart and mind. He saw the hidden treasures stored away, almost lost, memories and thoughts of a glamorous Eden in bloom. Visions of breathtaking scenes viewed from a cradling cloud.
He reached into her, bringing forth the forgotten into plain view. Light engulfed her, forcing her to shield her eyes. When it faded, in the place of the torn land, stood Eden in all its brilliance. The scents of the garden lured her, enchanting her to another stay. Sweet sounds of the wind and caressing touches of the sun cast her into dreamless slumber.
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He stood, watching as she slept in illusion. He moved about in the distopia, treading gently as not to wake her. Weaving his enchantments, he covered the Eden with new luster, seemingly restoring it to its former beauty. It's even possible that this replication greatly exceeds the expectations placed upon its previous counterpart.
With his magical concealments formed through flawless professions and eternal promises, he awakens her. He presents her with a wish fulfilled surrounding. She becomes enthralled with the perfection that the place had attained. Once more, she feels herself being lifted up into the sky, going higher than she had ever gone. The majesty of the air takes her breath away. Unlike before, the cloud remained, setting her down gently in front of him before taking off once again.
She looked at him with amazement. This person in front of her was not the boy she knew. Standing before her was a man that was so familiar yet completely estranged. Taking a pause, she wanders through the garden. Moving slowly and silently as a swan gliding atop a crystal pond. She takes in the beauty of the area, deeply touched by the seemingly perfect sincerity that radiated from every flower and every bud.
Her heart was thoroughly captured by the strong torrents of tantalizing webs; even her mind was kept complacent. Her gaze swept over the scenery, taking in its glory. She could feel herself giving in to the demands of this place. She felt the wall she had built up within herself crumble to pebbles at her feet. She would surrender to this Eden, giving up all her freedoms to be lifted into the sky again.
She stood, her heart completely won over, her mind hazy with contentment. She was in her utopia. The moment, being there was him, a fairy tale ending. But like all stories, it came to an end. In life, there was no happily ever after. Her eyes caught a corner where his enchantments didn't quite reach. Then suddenly, the façade of perfection fell away to reveal the ruins of the real Eden.
Without a moment's hesitation, the spell that had been woven around her heart and mind shattered. She glared at him, magenta eyes flashing deadly in the gleam of the moonlight. With a final resolve she bolted for the gate, as it swung open with the force of the cutting wind. Not daring to look back she leapt to the other side, tearing free from the lure of the lost garden.
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She was at that place once again. Hanging at the edge by a thin thread, unsure of what to do or where to go. Using the last bit of her strength, she climbed up unto solid ground. Coming face to face with the fork again, she blindly searched for a guide. Once again a third path appeared before her, a shining knight waiting for her at the end of the road. She moved towards him slowly, each step agonizingly timid.
In the back of her mind, something tugged at her memory. This place seemed so familiar. There was a hint of unease creeping up on her. She stopped her approached abruptly. For a moment, she lost her breath, as if it was being chocked out of her. She panics, holding her chest as her heart pounded inside her. A gasp for breath brings her just enough air to stop the thumbing in her ears. She closes her eyes, slowly inhaling to calm down. She stood there, fists clenched at her sides, and her eyes squeezed shut as she breathed.
She held that position for a while, almost falling into a trance. Then she peered her eyes open, releasing the tension in her body. She looked around the path and something off the road caught her eye. It was barely noticeable but she picked it out from the foliage, a small piece of debris that jolted her memory.
She had been on this path once before. It had led her to a place where all her dreams seemed to have come true. She remembered being worshiped and showered in glamour. She remembered becoming perfection made of sunshine, but only on the outside. She remembered how on the inside, she was the ruined creation suffering in a blaze of hellfire. Looking down this road, the shining knight was no longer there. In his place stood that old rusted statue once again. For the third time she returned to the fork, that third path disappearing into the mist, a forgotten memory. Still she had no idea what to do; still she had no idea where to go. So she stood at the fork, waiting again. Hoping to find something that would be a guide and show her the way.
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She sat at the edge, fleeting images making their way through her mind's eye. Streaks of light flashed before her, distorting her vision. Colors danced across an empty stage draped in darkness. Sounds invaded her sense, voices conversing over a backdrop of clattering crystals and porcelain. All these aspects came together to create a performance of utter grace and dignity, with a hint of flirtatious refinement.
The curtains parted to present a trail paved with class and sophistication. It was polished off with undeniable charm and witty accusations. This was a promise of star-struck glamour and passion filled romance. In the depth of her heart, there was a burning desire to dive into the fiery blazes and be consumed by the flames of temptation. In the depth of her mind, however, was a cold fear fighting to dowse the flames. After all, it was dangerous to play with fire as you could get burned.
Still she fed the flames, letting it grow bigger. The burning in her heart was too great to be stopped by the waves of her mind. Eagerly she dove into the fire, embracing its warmth and intensity. But the more the fire grew, the harder the waves crashed. The fire could only grow so big and the waves caught up. Both became equally fierce and they forced each other to a standstill. Walls of fire and walls of water, pressed against each other and filled up the road, and slowly forced the girl back.
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She was right where she started again, and she was getting sick of traveling in circles. She was getting nowhere and that frustrated her. She kicked at the road, turned over signs and knocked over fences, doing everything she could to relieve some of the pressure built up inside of her.
She was lost. Even with roads that she had built, she had no idea where they lead. There were too many paths, but not nearly enough to choose from. She kept on chasing herself, wearing down her resting place. She was sick of going around and around, but she couldn't stop. She didn't know what to do to pause herself.
Screaming in frustration, she spun, like a whirlwind, going faster and faster. Going out of control, until she jolted to a halt. There, all around her, blocking her destructive path were walls. Solid and concrete, something she was sure of was just what it seemed. It blocked out everything else, all the roads and the fall. There was nothing else but her. And she paused.
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Owari! There's chapter 4. I decided to end it on another cliffhanger. Don't worry though, everything will be explained in the next couple chapters. So stay tuned for Part 2: chapter 5 – Chains of Reality.
