The Prince and The Blader
by Orelin
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, Enrique (I wish I did...), or the Majestics, only Ayia and the Windwakers.
Chapter 1: Lone Blader
I walked slowly down the icy pavement, my feet tapping against the pavement in a solemn rhythm of my own symphony. Every move of my body triggered a cold freezing ripple that coursed through my muscles. Every small step led me deeper into my loneliness. I gripped my blue hooded sweatshirt and pulled the hood over my long brown hair with light blond streaks. My other hand clenched all that I had to my name, a sketchbook, a pencil, and my Beyblade, but my Beyblade more importantly. It contained my only companion, my Bitbeast Orelin. My fingers ran over the white and blue sleek plastic and its silver metal weight disk. The top attack ring plastic was molded into four separate wolf heads, depicting Orelin. The heads had blue hoods with silver eyes. The heads were separated by three jutting pieces of blue metal with the word 'wolf' printed on each one in white. In the center of the attack ring was my Bitchip where Orelin was contained. On the surface of the Bitchip was a picture of Orelin, the mighty wolf of Light. Orelin was pure white with a silver mask on its face that showed its dazzling sapphire eyes. There were blue stones hanging off the mask and around the huge paws where silver bangles hung around its paws. It had blue ancient markings on its chest. Its large fluffy tail whipped behind it. Not only had Orelin helped me to win Beyblade battles, but to survive also. My life depended on the simple spin of the blade. Back Alley Beyblading was either win or die. If your Blade's Offence, Defense, Endurance, or Speed was off by any margin, your Blade was out of the dish, and you were out of money, food, and luck. Orelin and I had never lost a battle, which gave me at least ten or fifteen dollars a week to spend on food. But if the battle was hard, I had to repair Orelin. But no matter how tough the battle or the situation, Orelin and I pulled through. I had never joined a Beyblading Team; I only needed myself and Orelin, nobody else. Other people were only either opponents, or distractions.
I kept walking down the alleyway, all the sounds and sights were too familiar; the clatter of old garbage cans from a hungry cat looking for an evening meal, the old spray paint symbols on the sides of the alleyway. They were either a Bladers mark as to where their territory was or they were names of pranksters looking for a distraction. The small lampposts on each side were creating pools of light as my optional guides through the streets, but I knew Paris's alleys and buildings like the back of my hand and needed no one or nothing to guide me but my own intuition. I had lived here in Paris for about four years since I had ran away from Moscow. Memories of that place still flooded my mind and brought the pain of the past back into my memory. The alleyway came to a stop and led into a street. I walked out into the uncertainty of the night, no longer in shelter, but Orelin would protect me. I knew not to depend on Orelin, but the bond between us was strong. I tilted my head upward, my bright blue eyes taking in the sight before me, the Louver. It was a huge building surrounded by plants and bushes of all sizes. The building itself was tall and pointed at the top and its outside was constructed of metal bars crisscrossing each other in a weaving pattern. It housed many paintings and statues, which I hoped mine would be in someday. The building was beautiful, and the pride and mask of Paris. People thought Paris was nothing but beauty, lovely food, and easy living. But that was a mask that seemed to portray Paris's better side. It was nothing like that if you weren't an Artist, Cook, or a famous Blader.
I looked down at the sketchbook under my arm with the small pencil attached to the inside. I had drawn pictures of Paris and Beyblade battles I had seen or been in. I could never sell any because I couldn't afford to buy a frame or the paints or the canvas needed to get there, so I had taken up Beyblading. I had gotten Orelin from a strange crystal that I found when I was in Moscow. I had now taken the crystal and made it into a small necklace that hung loosely around my neck.
My feet started to lead me towards the Louver. Suddenly, a small poster on a building window caught my eye. I stared at it closer, reading the small writing at the bottom. It said:
The World Championship Beyblade Match will be held in Italy on December 14, 2004. The best of the best will be competing for the top prize of ten thousand dollars and a spot in the Beyblading Hall of Fame. Some of the best teams will be there; including our own Majestics made up of Oliver, Robert, Johnny, and Enrique. Will they be able to hold their own against other First Class Teams such as the White Tigers, The All Stars, The Demolition Boys, and the Best of the Best; The Bladebreakers? Only time will tell in what is said to be the greatest Tournament the World will ever see. So grab your team, or join another, and get ready to LET IT RIP!
I wished Orelin and I could join the tournament, but we didn't have a team. I read the very bottom information. It said that each team must have at the most five bladers and could be either boy or girl between the ages of thirteen and seventeen. My eyes lighted with a sudden idea. The Majestics only had four members and could use another. But, their team name gave it all away, they were rich, and didn't need a worthless street rat like me on their team. They were all strong, rich, and snobby, and they would never change.
I still scanned their profiles. Oliver had short green hair and light purple eyes and has wearing a blue jacket and red pants; he also had a blue hat on with goggles on the hat. He owned a Unicorn Bitbeast named Unicolyon. Robert had purple hair and dark purple eyes and was wearing a tan jacket with tan shorts and a blue shirt under his jacket. He owned a Griffin Bitbeast named Grifflyon. Johnny was wearing a green jacket with a white shirt under it that had a green collar; he had dark brown eyes and brown hair and a Salamander Bitbeast named Salmlyon, and Enrique, who had short blond hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a yellow shirt with a red and white vest on over it and green pants and had an Aqua Snake Bitbeast named Amphilyon.
"Well, what do you say, Orelin?" I asked the Beast, "Should we go for it?"
A howl of agreement came out of the blade, sealing the stern agreement.
"Let's go then." I said as I started walking towards the Louver. Next to it was a small newspaper stand with four or five copies on it. I picked one up and read the title in shock. The main headline read.
'Amphilyon Stolen!'
I read farther.
On the night of December 2nd, one of the Majestics best bladers, Enrique's Beyblade and Bitbeast Amphilyon was stolen out of the Majestics base in Paris, France after Enrique was forced into a battle with the thief. The mysterious thief was described as a young boy in his late teens with a black robe and a strange Beyblade that was left at the scene after Enrique's blade was taken. Even after ten days of extreme search, the blade has not appeared. Will this keep the European Team out of the World Championships, or was this heist a plan by an opponent with a thirst to win? Only time will tell as the World Championship final date dwindles near.
I dropped the newspaper in shock. It hit the pavement as its pages ruffled in the wind.
"How could that happen?" I asked myself.
Right after I had finally convinced myself that I could be on a team and maybe make it to the Championships, but it had shattered before my eyes, printed in ink and branded to my broken heart.
Suddenly, I heard a familiar whizzing noise, a Beyblade. The small piece of plastic darted by my ear, filling my ear with constant buzzing. The Blade whipped back around and landed in the hands of its launcher. A small piece of my white hair by my ear fell like an autumn leaf and fluttered to the ground.
I spun around on my heel to see a dark shadowy figure.
"Step into the light you coward!" I yelled at the figure.
"I wouldn't be saying that if I were you." A boy's voice replied. I sensed a slight chill that riveted up my spine that I had felt long ago. He moved into the streetlight's stream of light, casting shadows on his figure. He was wearing a long black coat with a gold metal chain connecting the front. The front of the coat had a large white wolf on it; it must be his Blading symbol. He wore two long black boots that were made of leather. They stretched up his legs until they disappeared beneath his long coat. A hood was drawn up over his face. The only part of his face I could see were two piercing ice blue eyes that flooded my mind with a shattered memory that I couldn't piece together.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Let's just say I'm a 'collector'." He said, "and I want to add your blade to my 'collection'."
"Who says you're even going to get it?" I yelled, "You probably don't even have any idea who you're talking to!"
"You're right." He said, "but I know that someone as inexperienced as you could never wield the Wolf of Light."
"You have no idea how much Orelin and I have been through together!" I said.
"Well no time for that now." He said, "There's no way you'll beat the newest member of my collection!"
He held out the blade that had attacked me earlier. It was small and light blue with small dragon heads engraved into it. On the Bitchip was a familiar Bitbeast. It was a long red and gold Dragon with two separate heads.
"Amphilyon!" I yelled, "That's Enrique's Blade; you're the thief!"
"I see you've read about me." He said with a laugh.
"That's it!" I yelled, "I will get Enrique's Beyblade back!"
"I'd like to see you try." He said as he pulled a red and black launcher from the inside of his coat. It was shaped like a small handgrip and had a dragon head at the front where Enrique's blade was attached.
I grabbed my own launcher out from my back pocket. It was dark blue and silver with a wolf head near the end. I put my white ripcord into the small hole by the wolf head and I inserted Orelin under the wolf head and turned the Blade until it made a slight 'click'.
"Let's do this!" I said, "3,2,1, Let It Rip!"
I pulled my ripcord as hard as I could, sending Orelin flying onto the cobblestone street. Both Blades buzzed as they darted towards each other, creating what seemed like the only noise in Paris. The Blades collided, sending sparks everywhere, and the small yellow lightning bolts flew from the blades and scattered on the road, creating a small light show.
"Get him Orelin," I said, "Show him what happens when you don't play fair!"
Orelin rammed into the other Blade, sending it back a bit.
"Amphilyon!" The boy yelled, suddenly, the blade started to glow a blazing gold and red. A small light came out of the Blade and started to expand, revealing a hologram of Enrique's Bitbeast. It seemed monstrous. It slithered over the battlefield and in front of me. I tried to hold back the fear welling up inside me as the Beast opened its mouths and its tongues slithered out of its mouths as small strings of spit hung off its tongues. The Beast lowered its heads to be level with mine. Its four pupils burned with angry rings of fire burning with hatred. I could feel its steaming breath panting onto my face. I shivered and fidgeted in front of the huge Beast's gaping maws. I straightened up; knowing this battle had to be ours.
"Orelin!" I yelled.
My blade started to glow an aura of blazing blue. A small light came out of my Blade and started to expand until Orelin appeared. It looked even stronger than it did on my Bitchip. Its tall slender body blazed with power.
"Attack!" The boy yelled as one of Amphilyon's heads came behind Orelin and its mouth opened showing two long fangs. The gleaming fangs sink into Orelin's neck as Orelin let out a cry.
"Don't give up!" I said as Orelin's body twisted and turned, trying to throw the beast off its body. The hair on its neck arched as it turned its neck and slammed Amphilyon onto the ground. The cobblestones rattled and started to sever, forming a raging crack between the two.
"Amphilyon, attack!" The boy yelled. Amphilyon charged for Orelin, but then seemed to stop and hang in midair, "What's wrong with you, you stupid overgrown snake? Attack!"
"He's not your Bitbeast." I said with a smile, "He will only obey Enrique, otherwise, you'll loose control, it seems you're the one that's inexperienced, you'll never control what's not yours!"
"Attack now!" He yelled, as the Beast seemed to glow again. The wind suddenly picked up and started to curve and spin, resulting a small raging twister. The winds had become visible and were whipping around angrily into the fierce spiral that was moving towards Orelin and me. The cyclone dug into the cobblestone and pulled pieces into the eye to add to its power. Slices of stone sliced through my hooded sweatshirt and my long blue jeans, making small tears in the fabric. Now they had started to slice into my skin, making burning scars in my skin. I felt myself loosing energy, and fast. The energy draining from my body. I felt my knee hit the ground.
"This battle must be ours," I said as I strained to get up, "ORELIN!"
Orelin howled as my blade started to glow and it rammed into the other blade, pushing it back and grinding against its attack ring.
"Orelin," I yelled, "Extreme Speed!"
Orelin started to run towards Amphilyon, but it suddenly disappeared. It then appeared at another end of the battlefield, then another, and another.
"Now!" I yelled as my blade and Orelin buzzed past the other blade, clashing it. The only way you could recognize that my blade was even there was that the other blade would be knocked off balance by an unknown source of sparks, Orelin. The other blade flew out of the dish and into my hands.
"And that's what happens when you use a blade that's not yours." I said as the boy looked at me in shock. He suddenly smiled.
"Don't you worry." He said, "That battle was all I needed. Seya…Ayia."
"Wait!" I said in shock that he knew me, "how do you--"
Suddenly a black mist covered the area, blinding and choking me. The mist flowed into my lungs and I coughed, trying to expel it from my throat. The mist cleared, and he was gone.
"I-I have to return this." I said breathing hard.
I picked up Orelin and put it into my pocket along with Amphilyon. I looked across the city until I saw a large hill with a large mansion surrounded by a golden gate, the Majestic's training base. My legs burned as I forced them to move up the hill to the base. Each step seemed to get harder and each breath seemed to be more staggered. I finally reached the door. I clenched my fist together as I hit the door with it. I saw the door open to reveal a young boy.
"Bonjour I-" He started to say. He had short green hair and light purple eyes that flickered in moonlight. He was wearing long velvet purple pants and a long-sleeved kimono-style shirt with silver markings on it, Oliver. His eyes widened when he saw my condition, "Oh my goodness!"
"Please give this to Enrique," I said with the last of my strength, holding out his blade "It rightfully belongs to him."
"You found Enrique's Blade!" He said, "Here, come inside."
I tried to take a step inside, but stumbled and fell. I felt myself hit the soft velvet of his pajamas as Oliver supported me.
"You need some rest!" He said, "Come on, I have an extra bed where you can stay."
"Ok-" I started to say as the last of my energy left my body as I closed my eyes and my world faded into darkness.
