Clash of Alliances (Beyblade Burst/God Fan fiction)

~•《Valt》•~

Blood rushes in my ears as my muscles tense. Voices echo around me, but I pay no heed. The boy standing above me grasps a tanto knife tightly in his shaky hands, tears filling his eyes. Even though he holds my death in his hands and will be handsomely rewarded if he kills me, he hesitates. The blade shakes as it hovers above my throat. He studies my face for a minute or two, and shock suddenly fills his expression. 

He knows me, recognizes who I am. He's heard stories and legends of me, stories that gave him and his family hope in the hell Sokkelskrem is. He and his family must've prayed to our Saints that I wasn't just a legend and their prayers were answered. Their symbol of hope, me, Valt of Nebol'shoy, is right in front of him. He has to choose between his symbol of hope and his family. But I can see it in his eyes; he doesn't want to kill me.

"You don't have to do this," I said, unfazed by the choking air of Vysokayan. "You can have a place here."

"I cannot," he replies in Vysokayan. "The dragon has my family, and if your blood is the price for their freedom, then I must pay."

"I can see how much you've prayed, how much hope you've had in the Saints. They've answered you and allowed you to see me with your own eyes. I may not be a Saint or miracle worker, but I know a man of faith when I see one."

"I pray to no Saint. Hvit needs no one but the dragon Luinor."

"Your hair and eyes, you're not Hviti."

"I am now."

"Don't lie to yourself. You've always served our Saints."

     His hands shake as he presses the tip harder against my skin. "Divet ei oisuru, eten et ferten," he whispers in the dragon's tongue. Forgive me brother, for I must.

Before he could slit my throat, he was harshly pushed away by a black and purple blur. I was on my feet in a flash, odachi and kodachi blades brandished in my hands. He lands in a heap several feet away and Daigo knocks his knife from his hand, aiming his scythe to his chest.

"Dead or alive, Valt," he asks.

I stare at the boy's fearful eyes, which beg for the mercy he didn't show towards me. It would only take a single word from me and the boy's blood would stain the battlefield. A single word could make sure his eyes closed and never opened again.

Why can't I say it though?

A small voice in the back of my head answers. Because he is a brother. Brothers protect each other regardless of who they serve.

"Alive."

Daigo lowers his scythe and runs off to aid our comrades. The boy bows at my feet as tears fall down his cheeks. "Divet ei, divet ei, divet ei," he sobs.

I walk the short distance separating us and place my hand on his head as a gesture of forgivness. "Et divet dre, oisuru. Shigen teser drest irarco," I answer in Hviti. I forgive you, brother. Never forget your colors.

I run off to the main battle with my odachi in hand and kodachi safe in it's sheath. There is no time to worry over the boy's fate. My comrades are dying and I can't stay on the sidelines and watch.