Blitzkreig50889: here's fic number three on my list for updates today, Call of the Salamander. So, to keep things short, I don't own beyblade or its characters. I just own my plot ideas and OCS. Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 2

Johnny wanted to bashed his head off of his desk. That blasted song was driving him crazy, striking at nearly every damn hour of the day on the hour. It was getting to where he could hardly focus on his school work now.

"Hang on a little longer," Salamolyon advised. "You can do it. I promise you, we'll work for the flute this weekend, but you have got to get through today and tomorrow yet. Can you do that?"

Johnny wanted to strangle the blasted salamander. He'd wait, but that didn't mean he would like it.

With a struggle, he forced himself to focus on his teacher. As usual, he soon lost interest and his mind wandered. As his mind began to wander again, the song struck at his mind harder than it had ever struck at him before. Pain splintered through his head, making him sick to his stomach. He fought the nausea down, knowing he would be unable to leave especially this early in the day.

"Be strong, Jonathan. You must not give in to that Dragonflute!" Salamolyon pushed the command into Johnny's mind. Worry was eating at him though. The salamander wasn't sure how much longer his blader could fight the flutes' lure to find it.

By the time three rolled around, both blader and bit beast were in agony. Johnny from fighting the flute, Salamolyon from continually building up barriers in Johnny's mind to only have the flute's melody rip them to shreds. It was a great relief for both of them to exit the school and get outside, knowing the flute would stop pressuring them both the moment they were outside.

With a strong sigh of relief, Johnny began his walk home. It was only a kilometer or so, but he was only allowed to take the walk every Thursday and Friday, something Johnny's mother absolutely forbid on every other day of the week.

Normally, Johnny enjoyed the short time of peace the flute would give him, but today was different. Usually, he hated having any form of contact with his teammates, especially Oliver. Without them now, though, he didn't really know what to do. Robert was always leading, something Johnny disliked, but had learned early on he didn't have an aptitude for. Enrique always had some story to tell, something to brighten everyone's day. And Oliver…well, Oliver was always a mystery. Some days he had something intellectual to offer everyone and others he just stayed in the background, absorbing everything he heard much like a sponge did with water. Now, it was because of Oliver that they were all unnerved.

Having heard nothing from him for nearly a week, Enrique was bordering on nerve-wracked and becoming rather temperamental. Robert was uneasy, as if he was sensing something that neither Enrique or Johnny could pick up. As for himself, Johnny was beginning to wonder why Oliver's silence was bothering him so much when usually he couldn't get the French blader to leave him alone.

Salamolyon, picking up on his blader's thoughts said nothing. Something was wrong, and he knew what it was. But, as Unicolyon had forced him, Griffolyon, and Amphylyon to silence, he could say nothing. As Unicolyon had told him, if Oliver wanted the others to know what was going on, he'd tell them. For right now, Salamolyon struggled to make his blader focus on the Dragonflute.

(Far up in the Scottish hills…)

It watched not with eyes but with the music that was so much a part of it. Soon, it would be free again. And that freedom could not come soon enough. It was needed. Horribly needed. It's ancient enemy was walking the earth again, and without it, it knew the world could be destroyed.

It intensified its music, knowing the enemy would know its actions, but it had to be done. Time was running out. Before this time next year, a battle would take place. It would require all of the peace masters to be present. The only problem was if they could be found in time. Already, the bogs surround it were beginning to stink of sulfur, the forests of Brazil were dying from something that couldn't be seen, and Paris was slowly being covered in a dark veil that only some people could see.

The music became stronger. It reached, drawing and enticing, using guile, taunts, and pleading to try and draw what it believe to be its master to it. So far, it had failed. But it knew it was only a matter of time before it succeeded. The master was weakening from his daily struggle against its music. He couldn't hold out much longer.

After awhile, it realized the master. Tonight, for the first time in almost two weeks, it intended to be silent. A decent night's sleep would strengthen the master against its music, but there could be no help for it. The master would be useless if he was exhausted.

Slowly, it became silent, its own strength nearly drained from its efforts. Tomorrow, it would strike even harder than it had today. The master just didn't know it.

(Next morning…)

He paced his lair, wanting freedom. For nearly a millennium he had fought for his freedom. Now, after so long a wait, it was nearly time. The Dragonflute's music had been playing almost constantly, telling him it was aware of his returning power. He wanted to laugh.

He stopped pacing and stared up at the ceiling of his prison. It blazed still with the white flames that were so much a part of the flute. Those flames, and those flames alone were all that were keeping him imprisoned. As it was, each day they grew weaker, telling him freedom was nearly upon him. And there was nothing the flute could do to stop him.

(Same morning, in Scotland…)

Salamolyon stretched as the Friday morning dawned. With just a few more hours to endure, the salamander knew the time was nearly right for Jonathan to go looking for the flute. Now if the boy could just get through school, things would really be good.

As usual, Salamolyon looked around Johnny's wreck of a bedroom. Nothing was organized or even remotely close to being where it was supposed to be, much to the maid's irritation. Nor, the salamander thought with amusement, would putting things where they belonged keep them there.

A sudden surge of platinum light filled the room. Salamolyon knew without looking who the light belonged to and that that same being had changed his form.

"Any luck yet?" the voice queried, sounding worn out as it did so.

The salamander turned and greeted Unicolyon much as the unicorn turned platinum dragon had did him. "No, but I'll be able to give you a better answer to that question later tonight. Why?"

"We're running out of time."

Salamolyon blinked. "Running out of time?"

Unicolyon nodded. "Yes."

It took a moment for Unicolyon's meaning to get through the salamander's head. "Oh!"

For several long minutes, the duo held a mental conversation. It would do no good to have somebody open the door wondering who would be in the room when Johnny was supposed to be at school.

"Do you understand what I'm asking of you?" Unicolyon said aloud suddenly.

"Unfortunately, all too well. But the flute cannot wait any longer. Jonathan and I must go to it tonight, or at least start making our way to it."

"I understand," the unicorn murmured. "I understand all to well, just as you understood my situation. Best of luck to you." With those words, Unicolyon disappeared from the room, leaving Salamolyon uneasy and wondering if Oliver's problem was just the start.

Blitzkreig50889: well, I know it's a little short, but I was trying to build up to the next part without actually telling you what I intend to do. Mean, I know, but I still had to do it. Anyway, I'm going to try and get The Calling done here in the next hour or so and hopefully manage to get the dishes done at the same time. So, while your waiting for The Calling, please review this fic and the next chapter to my fic Drabbles.