Golden flames burned amidst the frosty ice and snow.
The first spirit emerged. He was still in the form of a fiery bird— a phoenix.
"Finally."
"This is the Mizore Kingdom, my lord," a soldier said.
Flames burst from the spirit's wings. The fire engulfed the bird.
The form of a dragon emerged from the flames. It had the same vengeful eyes, and the same furious mind. With a lash of its tail, the soldier was flicked into the flames and burned alive.
"Let that be a lesson to the rest of you," the spirit growled.
Scared nods.
"We have emerged north of the kingdoms," the spirit announced. "What we want is south of here. Come. Only attack if attacked."
. . .
For once, Valt didn't want to eat.
He poked at his food warily.
Something was coming towards them, but he couldn't place exactly what. Strangely familiar, but he couldn't snatch it out of his memory.
That frustrated him.
"How are you not hungry?" Wakiya demanded.
Valt didn't answer. Instead, he pushed himself up and wandered back to the dorm.
"What's up with him?" Rantaro sighed.
Wakiya shrugged.
A few hours later, a fiery red light erupted in the sky.
The phoenix soared down. Flames burned from its wings. Waves of heat rolled over the kingdoms.
Clouds stood no chance against the burning heat of the phoenix. Their water scattered in the bird's wake, leaving a trail of orange sky. With the sun and the phoenix combined, the sky was a blaze of light. Even the citizens of Hikari Kingdom could not help but shield their eyes.
The spirit took human form.
His form flickered eerily with gold and black. He wore a dark blue sweatshirt, crimson pants, and a red robe with yellow outlines. He had an elegant posture, long white hair, and multicolored eyes, the right blue and the left red.
His aura matched Requiem's dark personality. He seemed quiet and mellow, but Valt could sense his rotten soul underneath.
Flames licked the sky, towering around the man. The sun's rays gleamed onto the war torn lands.
Awed whispers flickered amongst the crowd. Those who could not see the man could see the blinding light, and so they hurried to see.
"Do you think he'll help us rebuild?" nine-year-old Toko asked.
"I'm not sure," Valt replied uncertainly.
"Why wouldn't he?" Nika chirped.
Valt smiled wryly. "Let's go ask him, shall we?" he said sarcastically.
"Okay!" Nika shouted. Toko and Nika raced off down the hall.
Valt sighed, and followed them.
. . .
A wildfire had been lit.
As the phoenix soared over the woods, its tail brushed the tallest tree. Only for a millisecond— but that was enough.
The tree burst into flames. The fire roared and hissed and sparked. As it was the tallest, biggest trees, its leaves brushed other trees. Flames leaped from one tree to the next, until half the woods was alit.
Smoke drifted into the sky, black and burned. With it rose screams and shouts and panicked running.
Crackle.
The fire spread more.
Crackle.
People were burned alive.
Crackle.
All of the forest was on fire.
One of the two groups caught in the wildfire was escaping successfully. They slammed into the ground and crawled away to fresh air and coolness.
The others weren't so lucky.
Acrid smoke filled their lungs. They could hear the crackle and pop as the fire drew nearer. Their skin burned. Eyes watered.
It was the same as being chained to the burning trees, except there was that false hope that they could survive. That was a lie. No chance to survive.
The one who had been leading them out of the woods escaped nearly unscathed. He carried a few burns and bruises, but he was alive. The water he had been drinking from had saved his life.
His friends were dead. They didn't have the water to douse themselves and run, even briefly, through the fire.
All his courage failed him. So he turned and he fled, leaving the dead behind.
He had to go back.
Home.
Where he was going to fail.
. . .
The phoenix's light was not the only thing that touched the sky.
The dark aura that surrounded the spirit reached into the clouds. Shivers crawled down many people's backs.
Still, Toko and Nika had the courage to go up to him.
"What's your name?" Nika squeaked.
"Phi," the man answered, seemingly half amused, half annoyed.
A flash of recognition shot through Shu's mind. Phi in the war language means... ruin.
He didn't understand. Phi didn't seem like the destroying type. If he had to say that about any of the army the spirit had brought, he would have said Hyde, Phi's maniac-looking brother. Hyde in the war language meant wild.
Although... there was that eerie aura of Phi that gave him the feeling of a hidden destructive power, an aura Hyde didn't carry.
Hyde was nearly as tall as his older twin brother, with wild purple hair and razor sharp teeth. But in some way, he seemed human, in ways Phi different. It was puzzling. If they were brothers, how could one be from centuries ago and another from the present?
Toko and Nika seemed to sense Phi's creepy aura as well. Nika tugged on her brother's shirt. The twins fled.
Phi turned and left.
Shu was about to follow the twins to check on them until a voice behind him startled him out of his wits.
"Hello Shu. We need to talk."
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(DISCONTINUED) Skyfall /// Beyblade Burst Fanfiction
Fanfiction(Sequel to Kingdom Come) A vengeful spirit. A nearly won war. A plan that must succeed. They lost. They won. They will take it all. Fire. Ice. Light. Dark. Peace? No. Their time is past. It is time to reign again. - His name was poison on his tongue...
