The World In Colours

Chapter 1 || Everything till Yesterday was a Prologue

   Why have we been made this way?

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The sun shone brightly in the morning, the divine, golden rays casting a majestic, godlike glow on the city. It was as if the golden flecked beams of light which were no less than a pathway to heaven, purifying every object which it kissed, relieving it of all it's sins at once. It was so pure and soft in the morning, the aesthetic feeling never leaving the heart, brimming it with the deepest of emotions and passion. It was so funny, just now, the rays which seem so gentle and pleasant to view and feel on the bare skin would turn into a fiery blast just in a few hours of time, something so unrecognizable from it's origin.

The sky was crystal clear, just the colour of the deepest waters of the oceans where millions of beautiful marine creatures and spectacular corals could be found at the distance of an arm. Only a few stretches of plain, white clouds were cascaded onto the thin air in an irregular manner, as if someone had hung them up with threads of the finest quality, invisible to the naked eye.

Flocks of white birds designed and drenched with the artistic streaks of the most wonderful, unnameable colours, flew across the sky, soaring high up into nothingness, fluttering their broad wings in an uneven manner to suspend their weight in air, diving in and out of the various layers of air with a force so unnatural; so calm, and yet so strong.

Now gaze dropping down to the ground, one could see groups of students entering the school. With school bags hung up on their back with their hands holding onto the broad straps to support the enormous weight crushing down upon them, while some others swung them up on their shoulders with a style so graceful and elegant that it had definitely boosted their confidence with no extra effort.

It was a typical classroom scenario at Beigoma Academy, with light chattering breaking about in every nook and cranny of the school; on the courtyard, in the classrooms, the hall, the corridors, practically everywhere to be exact. The early morning hours at school were the best time of the day, the time when one could actually feel the bliss of life enrapturing over them like a thick blanket meant to radiate comfort and warmth in a cold winter evening. The weather was calm and peaceful, with the morning breeze sweeping in through the several opened windows of the classroom, mopping the marbled floor with a freshness so new, while simultaneously spreading apart the light blue curtains which dappled loosely at the window pane.

The classroom was well lit, with sunshine pouring in it's golden rays abundantly to further lighten up the room. With his ruby red eyes flitting across the various miniature figures down at the courtyard, Shu momentarily looked away and turned his head to the left, away from the window to take in the number of students who had entered. He yawned to the back of his hand, a tiny split of tear dropping from his eye as he did so.

Shu was sitting in the corner of the class for homeroom to begin, a little too early as there was a considerable amount of time before the official commencement of the school which was announced by the so familiar loud ringing of the large school bell situated on the second floor, the same storey as that of his classroom. Beigoma was a fairly large Academy for education upto junior high, or more commonly known as elementary school. It was a prestigious academy and not to mention, produced some of the most exceptionally talented kids in the city.

No wonder he was there.

However, the school had one flaw, a pretty serious one.

Shu Kurenai, the famous name known by practically everyone in the country, was quite a famous personality to be not known. The beyblade prodigy, a really popular game which was played among teenagers there, consisting of a small metallic structure called a bey, which was launched into motion in a circular stadium with the help of another metallic game piece known at a launcher. Each bey was identified by its distinct name and had special moves. More or less, it was a fun game to play, which also had tournaments organised for bladers to compete with each other.