AN: Alright, this is my first Beyblade story. It's an AU, because I haven't seen enough of the actual series to write a story based on the events that actually happen. I'm not totally satisfied with the title so if a good one comes to you please share. I don't have a beta reader for this fandom so forgive any mistakes I don't catch.

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The night was cold, a chilly wind announcing the coming of a storm. The roving gray clouds hid the usually bright moon, though what could be seen of it was clearly an omen. Usually bright and pure white, the moon was instead an ominous red as if giving all warning. Later, all that had seen it said that the moon had been soaked with the blood of those who had died.

One man stood watching it all with intense scrutiny. Around him the temple was mostly silent save for the four patrols. The dark night concealed much, but the wind told all. Whispering in his ear secrets and warnings. He knew that what could not be seen in the shadows of the forest was danger. Those seeking vengeance and justice had finally come. His heightened senses could smell the Air, Fire, and Earth magic on the wind and was not surprised. What did surprise him was the Ice magic, the cold chill of the wind.

"Why do you betray us?" The man questioned softly. "We had great plans."

" High Master Ivan?" A new voice spoke hesitantly behind the tall man.

"Yes Tyris?"

"Master, they have come. Should we not mount a defense?" Tyris asked, his youthful voice full of fear and anxiety.

"There is no defense for us." Master Ivan replied. "By dawn all within this great temple shall be dead. None will survive."

"And you would just surrender us to them without a fight?" Tyris hissed, dark eyes flashing. "If I am to die I will go down fighting."

"Yet you will still go down."

"The winds will howl and the skies darken before they see the death of me." Tyris growled. "I will show them what true power is."

Ivan smiled, though it lacked true happiness. "I would expect nothing less of my prize pupil. Very well, wake the guard, sound the bells. We'll give these weak fools a fight they won't soon forget!"

Within moments the temple was full of activity. Warriors scrambled around gathering weapons and armor as the smell of elemental magic grew stronger. All knew that the Cause was lost and none of them would survive, but a battle was to be met head on. Dark would be the day that those of the Wind ran from a battle. They would stand and fight like warriors and die with at least a little of their honor left. Archers lined the walls with bows and arrows ready while others barricaded the main entrance. As the last of the warriors settled into position a lone figure stepped out of the forest.

"I would speak to the High Master."

Ivan stepped forward to lean over the wall. "Ah, should have known you would lead the charge against us, Abram."

"You leave us no choice!" Abram replied, red cape billowing in the wind. "Your treachery has been revealed, you dastardly plan foiled. There will be no world domination for you."

"And I suppose you wish us to surrender?" Ivan sneered.

"I do, but I know well enough that will not be the case." Abram said with a hint of sadness. "This is your one and only chance. Those of the Order of Wind are to surrender for treason against the great Gods themselves. Failure to do so will result in your complete annihilation."

"You would kill us all? What of the Talon? Only those of the Wind may use it."

"If the Talon is lost to us, then so be it." Abram replied.

"And you will be lost to the shadow."

"You have chosen your path. We may all suffer for it one day, but we can only do what we must." Abram said. "Surrender!"

"Our fate is sealed and our answer evident." Ivan replied. "Come if you must, see what power is left in the Wind Temple."

"If that is your final answer Ivan, I fear you give us no choice."

"No. This gives you no choice."

Ivan raised a crossbow from where he had hidden it and fired before Abram could move. The bolt easily sliced through the fire warrior's chest plate and pierced his heart. As Abram fell the forest exploded with movement and the battle began. Ivan stepped away from the wall and moved swiftly inside. The sound of his boots echoed through the halls as he made his way swiftly but was greeted halfway by an elderly lady near hysterics, a baby of no more than a few months in her arms.

"Do you see what your madness has come to? You have doomed us all, the children included!"

"I know what I have done you old witch! It was worth the risk." Ivan snarled.

"Worth the children's lives? They will slaughter us all. None able to wield the Wind will be left alive."

Ivan shoved her away from himself. "The chance for world domination was worth everything! To have even the Gods bow at my feet!" He sobered, though the malice in his eyes was barely contained. "I would risk it again if but for the chance."

"Then may Nyin and Rouk have mercy on you when you stand before them. I fear I would not."

Ivan spun and the sound of the voice and was met with a sword through the heart. The elderly lady gasped and took several steps back at the sight of an Air Master standing before her. The man's eyes were sad, yet determined, as he looked behind her to the children gathering at a doorway mere feet away. His eyes then shifted back to meet the gaze of the old woman.

"I cannot spare them." He said with a soft, yet firm voice. "They have already been tainted."

"I know."

He stepped closer to her, gently wiping away her tears. "However, I cannot kill a mere baby."

"You would spare him?" She asked tearfully. She dared not hope.

"The baby is untainted, his spirit pure." The Air Master replied. "He will be needed in the future."

"Where would we go? All will smell the Wind magic on us."

"You I cannot and will not protect." The Air Master said truthfully. "You have stood by and watched your High Master's plotting and done nothing. Your silence could have led to complete and utter disaster for us all. You will suffer the same fate as all the others." He then gazed down at the baby, caught in the dazzling eyes of the innocent. "I will make sure no harm comes to the child."

"Thank you, Master Arrin."

"May the Gods grant you mercy." He said as he reached out and took the baby from her.

With that he was gone. The screams of the dying echoed through the hall as the elderly lady went back to be with the rest of the children. She knew their fate was sealed, but her heart was warmed by the thought that at least one child would live. One child would live to one day redeem the name of the Order of Wind.