Jul. 13, 2020 5:17 PM
I am going to attempt a new series with a different point of view than usual. I will be reusing some of my Beyblade designs from my previous story.
Prologue
Any ideas for a title would be appreciated.
Prologue
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Over top of a large crowd of people there is a disturbance in the air.
"Look at all of those humans down there."
"What do you wish me to see?"
"What are they doing?"
The wind shifts lower over the crowd.
"It appears they are partaking in a Beyblade battle."
"Is that the game where people battle tops against each other?"
"Yes, young master. I feel however, that I must point out that some humans have the folly to believe that Beyblades are far more than just a game."
"I think that it looks like fun! I wish I could join them!"
The wind dips down lower stirring the air over the spectators heads.
"Now, now. We must stay further up. It would not do to get too close to the earth."
"Do only the humans here play Beyblades?"
No, I am told that humans all over the world are involved in this pastime. Some I have heard, even travel the world to battle others."
"Wouldn't it be amazing to be able to travel all over the world seeing everything and learning more about humans?"
"Ah, young master, you can already travel anywhere on Earth you want."
The wind swirls with agitation.
"I've told you before not to call me that."
"I apologi-"
"I can travel the Earth but, only for two days every year."
"Well... There is nothing we can do about that."
"I know, I know, only two days a year or we disperse."
"That is correc-"
"Is it true though, that spirits can bind themselves to objects in the Humans world, and therefore stay in this world?"
"That I cannot say."
"Cannot or will not? I know my parents have something they are hiding from me about this world. Do you know what it is?"
"Very well, I may not tell you the answers to those questions that is between you and your parents."
"Not even a hint?"
"Now that I ponder it. We have been in this world for almost 36 hours now. We must be returning if we are to return before your mothers' curfew."
"You're ignoring me Milos."
"I am, youngster."
The wind begins to rise higher and higher.
"I am going to learn more about Beyblades at home Milos. I will return, and I will be staying if it is possible."
"Very well"
The wind vanishes suddenly, leaving some of the crowd wondering about where the breeze had gone.
"Look at all of those humans down there."
"What do you wish me to see?"
"What are they doing?"
The wind shifts lower over the crowd.
"It appears they are partaking in a Beyblade battle."
"Is that the game where people battle tops against each other?"
"Yes, young master. I feel however, that I must point out that some humans have the folly to believe that Beyblades are far more than just a game."
"I think that it looks like fun! I wish I could join them!"
The wind dips down lower stirring the air over the spectators heads.
"Now, now. We must stay further up. It would not do to get too close to the earth."
"Do only the humans here play Beyblades?"
No, I am told that humans all over the world are involved in this pastime. Some I have heard, even travel the world to battle others."
"Wouldn't it be amazing to be able to travel all over the world seeing everything and learning more about humans?"
"Ah, young master, you can already travel anywhere on Earth you want."
The wind swirls with agitation.
"I've told you before not to call me that."
"I apologi-"
"I can travel the Earth but, only for two days every year."
"Well... There is nothing we can do about that."
"I know, I know, only two days a year or we disperse."
"That is correc-"
"Is it true though, that spirits can bind themselves to objects in the Humans world, and therefore stay in this world?"
"That I cannot say."
"Cannot or will not? I know my parents have something they are hiding from me about this world. Do you know what it is?"
"Very well, I may not tell you the answers to those questions that is between you and your parents."
"Not even a hint?"
"Now that I ponder it. We have been in this world for almost 36 hours now. We must be returning if we are to return before your mothers' curfew."
"You're ignoring me Milos."
"I am, youngster."
The wind begins to rise higher and higher.
"I am going to learn more about Beyblades at home Milos. I will return, and I will be staying if it is possible."
"Very well"
The wind vanishes suddenly, leaving some of the crowd wondering about where the breeze had gone.