(DISCONTINUED) Skyfall /// Beyblade Burst Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Legends

What inspired me for this chapter is in the external link. For those reading on the Web, it may be under the "continue" button. (Sorry I don't know) Also, I'm getting straight into the plotline, because I feel like a sequel should not have as many chapters developing it, as it is a sequel.

He smiled softly.

They were communing. Sunlight shone upon their homes, broken and destroyed. Green light filtered through his skylight.

Snow drifted down from the clouds, settling atop of the trees lightly and beautifully. They were little kernels of ice, falling from the sky.

Or perhaps they were rain.

"Your work?" he asked his friend, a supposedly dead citizen of the Mizore Kingdom. He cracked a crooked smile. "Indeed. How did you guess?'

"Do not make their life harder," he warned. "They deserve a peaceful period while they can rebuild."

"It will take them a long time to rebuild," another said. His eyes flashed. "You and I know that."

"They need to practice," the first said. "Dangerous things lie ahead for them. Rebuilding is a waste of time."

"Rebuild is what they have to do," he argued. "Do you think they can protect a ruined home? They have to have something to fight for."

Both sighed. "Very well," the first agreed. "Have you made up your mind yet?"

"Yes," he said boldly, pushing himself off his metal chair. "Niran chat ain rita. Doran."(This is my invented language. If it bears any resemblance to a real language or has absolutely no connection with the story, that is entirely my fault)

"Ile," his friend said. He gripped his silver-eyed companion's arm and they both motioned to leave.

"Wait," he said, stopping them in their tracks. "Er tanakar?" 

"Why are you speaking in the arane?" one asked "If they hear us, mission failed," he answered calmly. "Er tanakar?"

His friend looked amused. "Ile," he repeated.

"Alright" he answered. "You may leave."

"Prepare," his friend told him. "If we're doing what you ask, we have a lot of work ahead of us."

. . .

He was pored over a book in the library, reading.

He wasn't really reading. His mind was skirting around the miracles of that day, even how the library had not burned to ashes. He was unfocused, his eyes staring out a window, his hands gripping a leader-bound book that his eyes definitely weren't on, his mind lost in his own thoughts.

So lost in its thoughts, he didn't notice the other boy come in.

"What are you reading?"

Shu jerked his head up. The ice prince was towering over his sitting form, which was ironic. Lui was short. Everyone knew that.

Focus. Lui Shirasagi is talking to you. Do you want to be hit in the head?

I'm not scared of him.

"A book," Shu answered firmly.

"I know that," Lui snapped. "Don't try to be smart with me. Why are you reading while we are all working, and what is it that's so important?"

"Why are you in the library?" Shu shot back.

"Daichi sent me," Lui sighed.

"Oh," Shu said. Daichi had been the new head ever since Xu and Mitsube died that day. He was broad-shouldered, light-haired, and permanently scowling. He particularly hated those who slacked off, and apparently he thought Shu was one of them.

"Well?" Lui demanded. "Stand up. I'm not getting in trouble because of you."

"I'm done with today," Shu grumbled. He marked the page with a nearby bookmark. "I'm coming. Where does he want me?"

"Gardens," Lui muttered. "Whole school. Come on."

The two of them passed Valt on the way. As per usual, the Heiwa prince was hungry, full of energy, and late.

"Hi!" he chirped. "What do you think it'll be about?"

Lui smacked his arm lightly. "You know there's a reason we're going there. To find out."

"Ohh," Valt said like a deflating balloon, except he wasn't deflating. "Got it!"

The prince bounced ahead. Shu followed rapidly.

Daichi had already started talking. When Shu, Lui, and Valt escaped into the gardens, he knit his eyebrows and glared at them, but kept speaking.

The sun had sunk considerably towards the horizon by the time Daichi dismissed them.

"He's an idiot," Lui muttered as they walked back towards the building. "That wasn't even important."

Shu's feet wandered him back to the library. He picked up the book he had been reading. Strangely enough, it looked completely different to the book he had been reading before. Instead of a black leather cover, this new book had a softer, more malleable material as a color, dyed gold and green and gray. Flower and tree patterns were stitched in silver thread along the spine.

Emblazoned on the cover and spine in white was the title. "The Snake God," Shu read aloud. "Requiem, I guess." He dropped the book again without opening it.

He spent the next few hours rereading the story of the five gods, the building of the kingdoms, the travels of the Ryoko Travelers.

The sun had sunk fully by the time he left the library.

Valt was asleep again, flopped over his bunk with a piece of bread in his hand. Free was asleep too, but a lot more calmly, although his dreams were anything but calm.

His dream was not really a dream, but a blurred vision.

"Your work?"

The voice was of a man, but one Free thought he should recognize, but he didn't.

"Indeed. How did you guess?" This voice was completely unfamiliar. Free knew he had never seen, heard, or even sensed this man.

"Do not make their life harder," the first warned. "They deserve a peaceful period while they can rebuild."

"It will take them a long time to rebuild," a third declared. "You and I know that."

"They need to practice," the second said. "Dangerous things lie ahead for them. Rebuilding is a waste of time."

"Rebuild is what they have to do," the familiar man argued. "Do you think they can protect a ruined home? They have to have something to fight for."

Both sighed. "Very well," the second agreed. "Have you made up your mind yet?"

"Yes," the first said. "Niran chat ain rita. Doran."

Free was confused. That did not sound like the language he had grown up with, and seeing the man had just spoken the same language seconds before, he was utterly stumped when he said something seemingly very different and not mangled from the normal language.

"Ile," the third said. There was the sound of footsteps, as if they were leaving.

"Wait," the familiar man stopped them. "Er tanakar?"

"Why are you speaking in the arane?" one asked "If they hear us, mission failed," the man answered calmly. "Er tanakar?"

"Ile." This time Free could not tell who was speaking. The strange language changed their voices and altered their accents.

If the three spoke any more, Free could not hear it. The blurriness turned to blackness, the voices turned to ringing, and his sleep turned to rest.

I wonder what they're talking about...