Hello!This is a short one-shot I wrote on evening a few days ago. It is from Kai's point of view...
Please remember that English is my second language. Sorry for any mistakes. When you tell me, I will correct them.
Disclaimer: Nothing of beyblade is mine.
Dying fire
A new day begins and the great sun sends her sunrays over the world for the people and plants and animals to bath in them. The sky turns from a dark night blue to the light blue of a sunny and bright spring day. White winged birds are chasing each other in the blueness of the sky above.
Bright, happy and filled with laughter and joy. What else can you be? I see the children running in the park playing with a ball. I have never been running through a park in carefree laughter. I have never chased a ball. I have never or I have forgot about those times.
I can see my friends not far away from me and I wonder how I managed to get Tyson out of his bed so early in the morning. The bucket with icy cold water always works. The same trick I used to use on Ian when the short boy did not want to get up in the mornings.
I watch from afar how they laugh and joke around. Daichi is wildly running around the small group, all of them seated in the green grass. Max is eating his second portion of sugar this day and is already sugar high. Tyson is grinning as if he was not the world champion in beyblading but in grinning. And Ray is talking in his quiet manner with Kenny who is typing on Dizzy not as furious than usual. Above them all is Hilary yelling at them, mainly at Daichi.
And me? I sit by myself, watching my innocent friends living their life. There had been so many times in whose I believed that I had no friends. No one to trust. But now I had it. The best friends possible. They accepted who I am and were still believing in me.
I watch them from afar like I always have and like I always will. I'm a loner and will be for the rest of my life. There is nothing that will change the lone wolf that is me.
The lone wolf will be there watching time pass by, slower and quicker. And only the pale and silver moon will hear his cries. For there is no one to watch him, to walk by his side in silent understanding.
Ashes will fall and bury the glorious phoenix beneath thick grey and black blankets. And the phoenix's song will fade into the whispering wind. The fire is already dead and long gone when the ashes fly. Grey will cover life and leave nothing behind.
I don't know when it started. It was so slow. I gave anything away. I left nothing for myself. I gave my team, my friends, new hope, I gave them everything I had. My willpower, my strength. My hope. An nothing is now reminding of it.
The times are gone in whose my fiery spirit was flying high into the sky, unstoppable and unpredictable. When I had my confidence, my knowledge and was breaking every border.
But I gave everything. And now is nothing left. Only ashes in the undying wind.
My spirit is flying together with the ashes, the fire long gone for good. The only reminding is me.
But I will leave, buried under ashes. For the fire is gone and I have nothing left.
And the phoenix will never sing again…
LadyOfTheBluePhoenix