Blitzkreig50889: okay, continuing on with the fic while I still have ideas running through my mind, here's the next chapter to The Calling. As always, I don't own beyblade or its characters and enjoy the chapter! Oh, and I'm sorry if the sudden changes are a bit confusing. I tried to put in something that would split the sections and while it shows on my computer, it doesn't show up when the fic is actually read through the site. So, please try and bear with me on that and the fact this fic is in 1st person point of view.

Chapter One

Everyone has something they'd love to hide from the world. Unfortunately, in my case, the thing I hide the most is my ability to do the impossible and talk not only to ghosts but fire as well. Sounds strange, huh? You haven't seen anything yet!

Okay, let me back up a little bit and try and explain things. My name is Jonathan McGregor, aka Johnny, The Gladiator of Glasgow, and a few other things that aren't safe to mention and would probably turn your ears into ashes. I'm currently seven years old in this story you're about to read and I'm unfortunately wearing a rather ugly olive green t-shirt, and just as ugly sweatpants in the same color. But then, I was supposed to be sleeping in them, not outside wandering around following a bunch of strange voices.

Okay, maybe that was moving a little bit too fast, so I'll just stop while I'm ahead. I think the best way to explain this would be to actually show you the memory itself. It would probably make more sense than my rambling explanations. And here's a warning, if you're easily spooked by the mere idea of ghosts and fire, you might not want to read this...book I guess I'll call it. Who'd ever thought I'd get the urge to suddenly write?

Anyway, back on topic. After all, you do have a memory to see, now don't you? Well, here goes...hopefully.

(Flashback)

Jonathan McGregor looked around in absolute shock. He had no idea how he'd gotten to where he was, or even how he'd gotten outside for that matter. With the way his father kept their home secure, it was a wonder he'd gotten actually outside without being seen, or caught for that matter.

Shaking his head, he turned slowly around in circles. He could see nothing but trees, fog, and more trees in every direction he looked. Unnerved, he attempted to reach for the spirit of his bit beast and found nothing but an empty void.

Shivering, he glanced down at his now quite cold body. The ugly matching t-shirt and sweatpants he wore were a little muddy and he'd somehow in his exiting the house, had managed to put on socks and shoes.

"Great," Johnny muttered under his breath. "If I was going to sleepwalk, I certainly wish I would've thought of a coat!"

Slowly, he continued to move through the endless forest. He didn't get far before he caught sight of what looked like people. Hope surged through his veins as he rushed after them. Maybe they could lead him home.

"Hey! Wait for me!" He called after them. Oddly, the people stopped moving and looked over their shoulders in the direction his voice was coming from. They stayed motionless as Johnny ran into the middle of them only to pull up short as he realized the impossible. These people were ghosts!

"What is going on?" he wondered for a moment before backing away from the people in sudden terror. "You're not people!"

The spirits seemed surprised at his exclamation. "You can see us?" One of the ghosts asked after a moment.

Johnny nodded as he backed further away from the group. His mind was repeatedly telling him that this was nothing more than a dream about to turn into a nightmare.

"Don't go," another ghost said gently. "We won't hurt you. We're just surprised that you can see us when so many others cannot." When Johnny continued to back away, the ghost spoke again. "Really, you're safe with us. Nothing can harm you while we're around. Not even the great fire salamander, Salamolyon, can do harm to you here."

Johnny gasped. Salamolyon? He'd completely left the salamander bit beast back home and he never left the salamander at home. Never!

"Salamolyon!" One of the ghosts suddenly cried. "He's left his mark on this boy. The boy is an enemy! He'll lead the salamander directly to us."

The group of ghosts insantly jerked away from Johnny as if he'd burned them, which, all things considered, he nearly had. His hands were oddly ablaze and burning with an incredible light. Even the ghost who had been talking to him in an almost soothing voice jumped away.

"Impossible!" it gasped. "Those are the flames of light! Salamolyon surely could not touch a mortal with those flames."

Johnny clenched his teeth together to keep from saying anything that might get him hurt. He failed miserably. "Stop talking about Salamolyon like that! He's not the awful creature you think he is. He saved my life!"

The ghosts seemed even more startled by his words than they had about his being able to see them. "Impossible!" one ghost cried after a moment. "Salamolyon doesn't have a good bone in his body. He must have deceived you, boy."

"And yet, the boy claims the salamander saved his life," another ghost remarked. "That's interesting indeed. Perhaps we should follow the boy for awhile."

This suggestion was met with insant disapproval. Johnny sighed as the ghosts broke out into an argument like almost all adults had the tendency to do. He automatically ignored the fact that all kids did the same thing at one time or another as well.

The sudden rush of flames through the trees caused the ghosts to let out cries of alarm. Salamolyon appeared out of nowhere in full battle glory, more than ready to strike out at the ghosts even though he would be unable to actually harm them.

"Leave Jonathan alone," the salamander hissed. The ghosts immediately disappeared. Johnny watched them leave with almost an upset look on his face. He found it odd that he had wanted to get to know the ghosts a little better.

A sudden surge of warmth however, immediately distracted him. He glanced back at the salamander and was instantly shocked. Salamolyon was shaking! And he was also pinned to the salamander's side.

"Don't ever do that again," Salamolyon whispered. "Never do that again."

"But I didn't do this on purpose," Johnny protested after he realized what Salamolyon was talking about. "I really didn't!"

Salamolyon didn't respond verbally. Instead he pulled Johnny even closer to his side and gave a gentle tug on the boy's wrist as he turned to lead them both back home.

(End Flashback)

Interesting, isn't it? Of course, that doesn't explain to you why I'm about to say something even more strange. This whole damn story I'm about to write is an actual memory, or to be more exact, a series of memories.

Anyway, enough of my rambling again. I certainly don't want to bore you to death!

I wasn't the only person to go through an experience like that. My soon-to-be teammates at that time, Robert, Enrique, and Oliver, also had a similar experience. At the same time all of this was going on, Dragoon was being awakened by Tyson (Not that Tyson realized it of course) and the bit beast Trygle was created. Funny how fate works, isn't it?

Anyway, like any happy ending you'd find in a story, we all returned home and our bit beasts went into a temporary resting period. That is, until we went to the White Tiger Hills in China a few months later. It is here, that the true story really begins, and it was there where our experience from a few months earlier finally made sense. And it is here where the rest of my story is told from my seven year old perspective.

Blitzkreig50889: okay, here's hoping that chapter turned out okay. If it didn't I promise the next one will definitely be better. As always, please review to let me know what you think!