Hi! Um, I'm so totally sorry I haven't been updating recently! But I hope I will be getting around to it soon. I took down all my stories, and I will be posting and reposting new ones. At least that is the plan. Um, I go to college as a history major. That's my best excuse.
This story is the first of three, in a trilogy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, its storyline, or its characters. Only my orignal stories and characters belong to me.
Sacred (A Trilogy)
I: Only an Opening
Prologue : Quand peux-on dire non ?
Three girls stood on a lonely hill at dusk staring at the white palace it overlooked. It was grand, statuesque, almost foreboding, if its windows didn't have a warm glint to them. It was large, covering several square acres, as though it owned the entire earth. There wasn't a sign of disrepair in sight. It wasn't gaudy, but it was simplistically elegant, which might have been worse, depending on how you look at it. The palace spoke of luxury, riches, and all one could achieve if one reached high enough for it. Yes, a true castle for any princess.
Only it wasn't a palace.
It was a school: a private university, and an exclusive, as well as reclusive one. Only the best and the brightest were allowed into the school. While small in population, it made up for it in collegiate rigor, and much more. The Academy, it was called, and that's all it truly needed. Anyone who had heard of such a place knew that The Academy only reserved itself for the best kind of students.
And these three girls were the best in what they did. They, after all, were the true few who knew what they were doing at the school.
"It's tomorrow, isn't it?" one of the girls asked her friends. She had a quiet voice and a steady gaze that was held upon the large building. She rose to her feet, trying to get a better view of the sunset.
"You mean the first day of school?" The second girl threw the quiet one a goofy grin. "The first day of fun, work, and boys. Oh, yes, that's what I live for!" She crossed her legs gracefully and smiled at the school, her own memories written across her face. She gave one last laugh before looking at the last girl. "Any premonitions this year?"
The last girl had been lying down on the grassy hill. Grass stalks ticked her face, but she didn't move, smile, or seem to register any sort of emotion. She slowly opened her eyes after a brief pause after her friend's question.
"I never have any premonitions," she stated flatly.
"Liar," the second girl said. "You always have an inkling of what's going on and you never tell us. Totally not fair."
"That's all they are. Inklings of feeling."
"Right. That's why you're ever surprised at anything." The most outgoing of the three pouted.
"Perhaps I'm really bad at being surprised."
"No! You're just really bad at faking it!"
The girl on the ground smiled.
The one she was arguing with scowled at her. "Don't smile at me. You're scaring me."
The quiet one spoke up. "It's supposed to be an important day tomorrow. It's supposed to be an important year."
"My sources have already told me that," the girl on the ground said. "It should, at the very least, be interesting."
"Annoyance," the loud one said. "You don't want to tell us your intuition. Surrounding yourself with all these sources when you know how to get the information yourself! Lazy, that's what you are. You get so smug when you're right. Makes me sick." She stuck her tongue out and grinned to show that she was kidding.
"That's why I'm here. And I've already told you one of my intuitive guesses, haven't I?"
The other two nodded. Silence prevailed for a few minutes. No one wanted to speak.
The loud one couldn't keep from asking, "We're going to have to prepare them sooner or later."
The quiet one shushed her saying, "We're not even sure if they're the ones!"
The last one threw her hands on the side of her and looked up at the orange-blue rays that were dimming the countryside.
"I'm sure." That's all she said.
Thanks! So I will have the next chapter posted by this weekend, I hope. Or I'll post something else to compensate, alright?
