Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ Warnings ( Chapter 6 )

She took the letter that was on the small box and put it aside. "I'll read it later. I want to know what's in here first." She carefully opened the box because she didn't know whether or not it was fragile. As she peeked in she found a beautiful silver blade. She took it out and studied it carefully. It contained a bit beast. But Paris had never seen that kind of beast before. It looked almost human, except for the wings coming out of his shoulder blades. His clothes and wings were grey. -Maybe I should've read the letter first, because I think this was sent to the wrong address. - She grabbed the letterfrom her bed, and ripped the envelope open. She unfolded the letter quickly to see who had made the mistake of sending her the magnificent blade.

Paris,

­- there goes my whole wrong receiver theory -

You don't know me, but I know a lot about you. I know you think this blade was not meant for you, but it is. To be more precise it was made so only you can wield its power. ­

The bit beast inside the blade is called the angel of hope. Do not use him in all of your battles for he takes his strength out of yours. You will know when the time is right to use him. But you will not find it in America. All the answers you seek are in Belgium.

Don't ask too many questions why I sent this to you.

Just know that everything was meant to happen. Even your escape to America was foreseen. So don't feel guilty.

- wait a minute. How does she know?-

Legna

Paris laid the paper back onto the bed. "Ok, I've seen a lot of weird shit. But this is just spooky. How come this Legna knows so much about me?" but the words that were written on the paper kept ghosting through her head. The answers you seek are in Belgium. "Well, at least now I know where I have to go when I leave this place tomorrow. Now all I need is a ticket to there. But I don't think Judy will give me a ride to the airport. I think it'll take at least a day. Best take some food with me then."

Paris looked at her clock and decided to get some sleep. After all she had to get up early tomorrow. She took her new blade and carefully put it in her luggage, near her two other blades. She put her luggage on the floor and stepped into the bed. She fell asleep in minutes, dreaming about her old village and friends.

The next day Paris woke up at 6 a.m. sharp. - An hour early. Good, it should give me plenty of time to arrange things with Judy and leave before any one wakes up. I don't want to see Michaels face again. - Just as she stepped out of her bed some one came bursting through the door.

"Michael?"

"Don't you think about leaving this place missy, or I'm going to hit you so hard your grandmother will feel it." He obviously had more than enough to drink. You could smell his breath from a mile away.

He glared at her, and it would have been more effective if he hadn't been wobbling on his feet.

"Do you hear me girl you are not going. You are staying right here." Faith was getting pissed at Michael. He knew she feels lousy when she lives under rules. And he defiantly knows she hates orders. And know he comes in here drunk and tries to tell her she can't go. She would only give him one warning.

"Get out of my way, Michael."