Quote:The stars are bright, and the moon is round, all hanging up in the sky.
Yoku-san sits on the grassland, holding me in his hands. ‘Galaxy Wingia, do you still remember the last battle when you’re a Storm Wingia?’
Which battle?
.......
.......Ah , I remember it, the last battle that hurts me all over......

3 days ago.....
‘Go, Wingia!’ ‘Rock Leone! knock him out!’

The battle begins for about three minutes, and it almost reached my strength’s Extreme. Even I’m really exhausted. The strong movement of Rubber Flat bottom is still forcing me to do it so, and I cannot resist it.

I forced myself to ram the opponent – Rock Leone D125 WB – and knock it away. Unfortunately, The Defensive power of Rock Leone is over beyond my Attack power, and I’m so exhausted, I couldn’t knock it far away, just only a few meters, and it’s still inside the stadium.

The Bumping force makes me stop from moving forwards, and the high friction of RF almost stops me from spinning. I start to off balance and keep on shaking.

‘What’s wrong with you?’ the owner of Rock Leone is provoking Yoku-san, ‘Come on you dummy, attack me with your wimp, useless bey!’
‘What did you say!?’ Yoku-san yelled angrily, ‘Wingia is not useless! She’s the strongest bey in the world!’ ‘As you say...... Leone! Now destroy it!’

Rock Leone became to wobble. Suddenly, it starts charging towards me!
Yoku-san is angry and yelled out without further thinking, ‘Wingia! Smash it away!’
Actually, I should dodge it and push him away. But even so, I’m still using all my power against the wild beast in front of me.
Then, as what I expected......
‘CRACK!!’ My wings are destroyed by the Rock Leone, and being sent flying.
‘Wingia!’
Why I’m acting so stupid?
Why I’m doing this, even that I know I’ll be destroyed, or even crisped?
Because.....I don’t want it to be happened,
I don’t want to be get rid again......

Several Years ago.
‘You’re no competitive to others! Get lost!’
I’m being get rid of my first owner. I’m weak compared with other attack beys.
.......
‘You’re just weak! Trash!’
I’m being get rid of my second owner.
........
‘Get lost!’ ‘Go away!’
The third, the fourth, I’m facing the same cruel fate again and again, just because I’m weak.

Until, I met Yoku-san.
He didn’t throw me away because I’m that weak, he cared me much, unlike the others, thought us were only used for battling. He carefully cleans me every day, and protected me as a precious tresure......

‘CLANG!!’ My next wing was destroyed, and I’m being continuously bumping by Rock Leone. Fire flakes were sparkling every time I’m clashed by it.
‘No! Wingia!’ Yoku-san cried helplessly.

Every time we battle, we lost, and I got hurt, he always said:
‘Don’t be frustrated Wingia, you’re doing very well.’

Rock Leone suddenly lift me over and, ‘Clash!’ He destroyed my last wing, my last power.
Sorry, Yoku-san, I didn’t do well.
I’m being weak, useless......
I think I don’t have the right to follow you!
Let me just being totally destroyed, crack into pieces in this last battle......

Suddenly, a soft, warm thing holds me tightly. I looked around, and I found that Yoku-san is holding me in his hands.
‘Hey, Blader TenShou Yoku!’ The judge said, ‘ You are not allowed to take away your bey when battling!’ ‘But I can’t let Wingia being maltreated like that!’ Yoku-san cried, ‘Is this right to destroy a beyblade like that!?’

Yoku-san.......

‘Okay, in that case, Blader Johnson wins.’ The judge made the final result, ‘But I must warn you, do not deliberately break others beys or this causes a foul.’ ‘Hmp, at last I still won.’ That guy said, ‘Useless beys should not exist in this world!’

Yoku-san slowly walked out from the Colosseum, with results announcing and the cheering sound in the Colosseum:
‘Today’s winner is Blader Johnson with is Rock Leone! Congratulations you win for three times in NY Colosseum tournaments!’

I hate that guy.
In a sudden, drops of water drops onto my face. I look at Yoku-san, and I found that he is crying. ‘Sorry Wingia, I’m really sorry......’ He said, with a full of sorrow on his face, ‘ If I didn’t call you to smash against Rock Leone, you will not be hurt all over, and your wings will not be destroyed like this......’ He ran faster and faster. The shine of the declining sun shines on his face. ‘I’ll now fix you as hurry as possible.’

It’s okay, Yoku-san......
I’m already satisfied staying with you.......
Destroyed or crisped, is already okay for me......
Being your bey, cared by you......
Is the most happiest thing in my life!
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‘Until now, I’m still sorry about that.’ Yoku-san said, ‘if I didn’t made that decision, maybe we still have a chance to win.’

No, Yoku-san.
Winning like that, has no meaning at all.......

‘Yoku, dinner’s ready!’ His mom is calling him. ‘Ahh, now coming!’ Yoku-san hurriedly hid me in his bey holder. ‘Wingia, I go to have dinner first, then let’ bath together!’

Yoku-san I’ll always wait for you, at any time, at any circumstances.......
But please, don’t get rid of me, like other bladers......

Quote:Thwack! The snarling daemon fell to the ground, blade still clutched in her hand. I cowered away from her, a scream of terror caught in my throat. Three lichen covered figures then emerged from the undergrowth, two holding swords and one holding a loaded crossbow. Aimed at me!
‘’What are you doing trespassing on his majesty’s land!?’’ the most masculine one asked curiously, but attentively.
‘’I-I-I Don’t Kn-Know really.’’ I stammered, close to passing out.
The ghoulish figure studied me intently and then raised his hand to signal the crossbow to lower. “Then welcome to Alyredor. Come with us then’’ he said glancing around for any other unwelcome visitors. ’’We are the Gladyors of the kingdom Alyredor. We are the Kings highest regarded warriors. To become one of use takes years of training in the deserts of Aryab and suffering the frost of Cosmer. Your name is?’’ he questioned.
‘’Victor’’ I said nervously. ‘’What was that thing?’’ I slowly followed them down the path, reluctant to see where they were taking me.
‘’It was a daemontte,’’ he replied. “They came to this land as soon as the first traveller came. They are deadly to travellers, but they fear the Gladyors.”
‘’Meaning I’m not the only one one?’’ I said body tensing.
“That’s right, you are not the only one and you can address me as Juan. I am the leader of the Gladyors. The one with the sword’s name is Alfred, he’s the brawn of our unit.’’
‘’Welcome!’’ he said.
‘’And that over there is Jonah. He is the sharpshooter of our team.’’
Jonah slowly raised his crossbow and readied his aim.
‘’Woah, Jonah, don’t shoot Victor!’’ Juan said jumping in front of me immediately.
Suddenly a screeching noise echoed around the path. “The time has come, to reap your soul. You better be ready, for the time is now!’’ The screeching filled my ears and as I put my hands up to block the noise I fell to my knees, weakened.
Figures wearing black turbans that hid all of their face except their eyes emerged from every direction. Jonah let his crossbow string go and the arrow whizzing right past my head, struck the first soldier in the throat causing him to fall silently to the ground.
‘’Oh,no.’’ Juan said,’’ it’s the Gryfferon rebels’’ he slid his sword from its sheath.
Alfred then drew his sword and charged at them. Juan then did the same. Alfred charged the soldier, ramming him with his shoulders then thrusting his sword into the warrior’s chest. The warrior fell silently, sword falling to the ground. But more and more men appeared from the forest. Jonah let another arrow whizz pass my head and into the head of a soldier behind me. His sword nearly slicing through my head. For each warrior that died a ten more came to take his place. I quickly grabbed a sword and lifted it up. I struggled to hit a turbaned figure but did and he fell to the ground without rasping a word. Quickly looking up I saw an archer hiding behind the tree aiming at Juan.
‘’Stop!’’ I cried running in front of Juan. The archer let the string go and the arrow speedily flew towards my arm.
‘’Arghh!’’ I screamed in pain as the arrow pierced my skin. Blood stains drip off my shirt.
The last thing I remember is Juan saying, ‘’Retreat! retreat!’’