Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade nor it’s characters, but I do own the plot idea of this Fic, and the world of Chrysalis.

Author Notes: Yay! First chapter of the third book. DONE. That’s kind of the hardest part, just starting something. Even if it is just a new part of something already well on its way. I hope you guys enjoy this book as much as you have enjoyed the first and second. From now on, there is only mounting tension, and the big finale. So stay tuned!

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Chapter #1: News, The Little Herald Bird

All throughout dinner the atmosphere in the room was tense and the conversation just wasn’t as lively as it usually was. Even Tyson couldn’t open his mouth too much; he didn’t feel comfortable in this setting. Farrell glanced at his share of a giant pheasant, though the food was delectable, his appetite was not present to partake.

He kept thinking of what happened earlier in the evening, when Vega took the time to explain things to Robert. An odd feeling came upon him when he watched the talk from the sidelines. He knew the reputation the wind demons of the Jurgen clan held, of their manipulative nature, and their cunning. And it sent Farrell worrying about Vega. She seemed to get along simply too well, and too quickly with the Wind Lord.

He glanced down the table and saw that he wasn’t the only one less than pleased, Kaosu and Wolborg were watching things like a pair of hawks, ready for a subtle movement from their prey to signal the time to dive. And as dinner progressed, their menacing glares only became more and more so.

It was just at the end of dinner that the calm atmosphere was shattered. As if an explosion suddenly erupted outside, a sharp shriek shook the windowpanes in the dining hall. Another shriek echoed just a second later, shaking the very rafters, followed by loud thumps of giant flapping wings, a fleeting black shape raced by the windows, rising into the air.

“Oh for the love of Akasha-dono. It’s Dyami.” Farrell spoke, sounding as if he was horrified, appalled, and embarrassed at the same time.

“You know that foul beast?” Robert wondered, eyeing the windows. Against the moons a giant, eagle-like bird was circling, shrieking thunderously, dodging flying flaming arrows as it went. It must have had the wingspan of at least fifteen feet judging by its size.

“I would guess that Ryukai sent him on some errand, its best I go see what he wants.” Farrell got up and bowed, “Excuse me.”

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It didn’t take more than a second for Dyami to spot Farrell standing in the castle’s doors, looking annoyed. Behind him soon appeared his whole merry band, and of course the Wind Lord. Dyami smirked, as much as a giant eagle could smirk and dived. He returned to his human form about twenty feet off the ground and fell the rest of the way, hand over his head, clutching at the pommel of his large blade.

“Those archers really should’ve gotten the point about halfway through. My feathers are fireproof, not to mention arrow-proof. Had I not extinguished the arrows with my wings, the whole garden would’ve been alight by now. So you can thank me later.” He said calmly, stating it all as if it was just a routine, matter of fact for him. But his tone betrayed arrogance.

“What do you want, rukh?” Robert demanded, not amused in the least bit.

“Ah pardon me for this intrusion… Milord,” Dyami mock-bowed, reaching up to hold his sword, so it wouldn’t slide out of its sheathe. As he bowed, it became apparent he had two swords behind his back. And the way he said the word made it sounds as he was mocking Robert’s title, even as he was addressing him such.

“Get to the point Dyami,” Farrell said.

“Eh easy there bub. I’m still bitter about the scar you gave me in the Avian capital. So don’t you take that tone with me. Or I might decide to return the favour! But to the point… Ryukai sent me to deliver some things, so I’m just a messenger today. Lets see… where did I put that… Aha!” he produced a yellowish roll of parchment from his bag, it was sealed with a wax seal and all, looking every bit official. “Ryukai thinks I’m too scatterbrained to remember the details, so he sent a letter… I swear I’ll get him for that once, I’m not scatterbrained at all.” He handed the letter to Kai, as if nothing was going on, and he wasn’t on the receiving end of more than ten death-glares, and one murderous death glare.

“If that is all…” Robert began, annoyed at the demon’s antics, and even more annoyed that here was a messenger from that blasted dragon demon. Having grown up hearing of the full exploits of Ryomaru’s tyrannical rule, Robert didn’t have high opinion of the man’s son, or anyone who associated with him either.

Dyami looked up, sending him a sharp glare. “My, you’re a patient one… I was just getting to the good part.” He took a step back and reached behind his back, jiggling the hilt of the second sword. Detaching it from the carrying straps he had on his armour, the sealed sword flicked foreword, sheathe and all, revealing that it was a long-bladed katana, a nodachi. “And this… fluffball, is for you. From Lamis with love. She told Ryukai you broke yours fighting that big lug, Gluttony. Ryukai had this especially made for you. It’s runite. Real good stuff. I’d have kept it for myself if Ryukai didn’t threaten me a good plucking. Then I though… really what I do need that toothpick for when I got my big sword. But it’s just perfect for a pretty-boy like you.” He handed the sword to the stunned Farrell.

“Wow, that’s really nice of Ryukai.” Lilly spoke, looking at the sword Farrell held. It was blue as the sky, the runite sheathe was encased in blue silk bearing gold thread patterns, the hilt decoration was also blue in color.

“It was Lamis’ idea.” Dyami replied, eyeing the human girl. “And it’s not cursed or anything.”

“Dyami you call me ‘pretty-boy’ one more time. And I will test its sharpness on you. You hear?” Farrell murmured, sliding the sword into his hakama belt, under his reverse blade on his left side.

“Calm down buddy-boy. I was just stating the fact, old-pal. I’m the manly-man kind of guy. A sword that thin just doesn’t cut it for me. You get it? Though I must admit… you’re a dog. I’ve been hearing-“ that’s as far as he got, Farrell punched him. One solid right hook to the jaw, sending the rooster demon stumbling back. The group was instantly on alert.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Tala demanded. However to their surprise, Dyami began laughing as if he wasn’t just punched in the face.

“Same old Farrell. Gets violent when I mention a girl.”

“Please everyone, he’s done. Leave disposing of the… garbage to me.” Farrell addressed everyone else.

Robert glared at them both but turned around and left, he was no about to watch this whole fiasco, he had at the time, better things to do.

“Make sure his remains don’t attract the fimbulwinter wolves anywhere near this place.” Tala said, glaring at Farrell, before turning and following everyone else inside, Kai already had the parchment unsealed, and everyone was suddenly very fascinated with whatever the letter said.

Dyami made a face, “What a clement fellow.” He turned to Farrell and smirked. “So which one is it old-pal?” Dyami demanded, rubbing at his jaw,

“I don’t know what you mean Dyami.”

“Oh don’t give me that crap,” Dyami clapped the tiger demon on the shoulder, harder than he should, returning the punch by hitting the tiger hard enough to make it hurt. “Which one of those five lovely human girls are you… or is it… oh this is rich. All five? You’re the dog of dogs aren’t you?”

“I wont have you talking about the ladies in such a tone Dyami. You know full well humans and King Demons cannot…” he choked on the last word, unable to get it out, causing Dyami to laugh loudly.

“Humans and king demons can’t have children, true enough… but the act is possible. Tahmores should know, he forced one or two just for his pleasure over the years… not that I condone that kind of crap. I’m not a sick freak like Tahmores.” Dyami argued.

“I will not tolerate you talking about the ladies in such a tone, Dyami.” Farrell hissed, practically repeating himself to get the point across to the jovial, and perverted rooster demon. He didn’t want to hear of Tahmores’ sexual exploits, it was certainly not a secret that the dog was a dog in all meanings of the word. “They are far too pure to be soiled by the likes of me. A dishonoured ronin who cannot offer them much more than his life.”

“Bah!” Dyami exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “I give up. You’re hopeless. I don’t think they’d honestly care if you were a ronin or not. Lamis-“

“So Lamis is the one spreading the rumours?” Farrell demanded, grabbing the rooster by his collar.

“Nah… the girl is about as clueless as you are, hell maybe a bit more so if that’s possible when it comes to that kind of stuff. I don’t think she considers love between a human and a king demon possible either. She didn’t say a word about it outright… All she said was that they were beside themselves with worry when you were fighting that big ol’ brute. I had to practically shake her down for that piece of delicious gossip, and I kind of took it from there. But it’s so damn obvious… I mean its obvious from that, and that alone, that they have a big ol’ soft spot on you old pal.”

Farrell let go, contemplating on giving Dyami another punch in the jaw, to the match that bruise that was forming on one side. He knew it would be gone before morning, but it would give him some satisfaction. Dyami was sorely testing his patience right at the very moment. Farrell wasn’t comfortable with the topic at hand. Dyami was a pervert, and took a lot of things wrong, but somehow the supposition that he would do something like that to the girls, really bothered Farrell. Bothered him down right to the core.

“Why did you come? Ryukai could have sent Lamis.” Farrell said.

“Nah. Lamis could’ve come. She would have. But I volunteered to go instead. I felt that you needed some harassing in your life. Besides, it’s been a couple of months since we last talked. Frankly… I missed my good ol’ pal who is just too much fun to pester. Things have been hell in the last two weeks. The castle now feels just a bit more suffocating than it used to. I felt caged, and I sure as hell don’t like that feeling. I’m a free flying bird you know.” He waved his arms dismissively before passing one hand through his red hair in frustration and annoyance at the same time.

Farrell sighed, he knew Dyami. Though not easily put in this state, when the rooster was this annoyed and haggard looking, he was a worse chatterbox than usual. And he never stayed on topic for long. He tried to chalk it up with his jocular manner, but Farrell knew it was nerves. The demon could handle lopsided odds against him, as long as he could see all his opponents, but something unknown like this was utterly unsettling. Having been friends for over two thousand years, Farrell knew when Dyami was this nervous the situation was indeed dire. “Take it easy… what’s going on?” he wondered.

”The details are in that letter, I frankly don’t want to repeat all that stuff, and I didn’t come here for that. I’m sure your lady friends will pass it to you when they’re done. Though I’ll tell you this… Lueaxanna really did royally screw us all over. Ryukai is not taking any of it easily. He feels very much responsible for all of it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he felt that your lovely little wards might be the only solution to this problem.” He paused and looked up at the moons. “Certainly… the fact that the witch managed to cobble together such good golems, is a testament to her skill. And that got everyone a little unnerved, especially Tahmores. He really got his loincloth in a bunch even before Ryukai told him about this alliance. Let me tell you this, I could hear his shouts in the aviary.”

Farrell ears pricked up at the plural usage of the ‘golem’ word, but he decided the news would be in the letter as well, so he didn’t press Dyami. Dyami, oblivious to it all, clapped him on the back. “These are hard times we are living in,” the tiger murmured.

“Indeed pal. Well… I have to get going. So… kiss those girls for me will you?” the rooster grinned.

“Send Ryukai our regards,” the tiger replied.

“Sure will.” Dyami nodded and turned away. Farrell watched him go, he flew up to the wall parapets, on his human form’s wings, but as soon as he was clear, he transformed into a giant eagle and was gone less than a minute later.

“Be careful old friend.” Farrell said, watching the full moons. After a moment he decided it was chilly out, even for him, and moved back inside. Grand Blanc really did have a vicious climate Farrell mused. Even his natural tolerance was no match. Tugging on his left sleeve, which was lovingly sewn back on by one of the girls. After he had used it as a makeshift sling in his fight with Gluttony, he decided he would ask Robert for the permission to burden his seamstresses.

As much as he appreciated the girls and their desire to keep his kimono in one piece, they weren’t the best seamstresses in the world, not even close. The rough seams showed on the silk material, every single one stuck out like scars. The hems of his hakama were becoming a little tattered too. After spending so many days outdoors, and washing them so many times, the dyes were starting to give out, and orange dyes were particularly quick to give out. Overall his outfit had taken a lot of abuse in the past months, he could use a new set of clothes. He wondered if he should switch to wearing his clan’s white and blue colours, now that the girls knew who he was. There was no use denying his status.

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Miy found Lueaxanna in a small village inn, having dinner. He smirked, having gotten new orders from his true lord, he knew she would bite, hook line and sinker. The woman truly was gullible. Miy spent a moment appraising her two golems from the shadows. Moving across the room he sat on the table, and shed his shadow cloak, revealing himself. “Good evening.” He quipped, smiling from ear to ear. Gluttony some distance away jumped to his feet and grabbed for the hilt of his sword.

“It’s fine Gluttony. He’s… a harmless enough nuisance.” Lueaxanna said, looking back at the giant before shifting her eyes to the man sitting on the table. “What do you want now?”

“I’m here to help Lueaxanna.” With that said, Miy grabbed a piece of garlic bread and stuck it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. After a moment he reached under his cloak and produced two scrolls, setting them down in front of Lueaxanna. “I see you took my advice to mind. But these will be somewhat helpful. Its excerpts from two old magic tomes I have access to. I copied the information, because the tomes would sorely be missed. But the information within them should be useful when making better golems.” He took another bite of the garlic bread as he watched Lueaxanna look over the scrolls.

“The Elementia Corpus, I’m impressed Miy. Truly you are not a two-bit magician to have access to this book. But this is of no help. I have a copy of the Elementia Corpus myself. So this scroll is useless.” She set the one she was reading aside and reached for the other.

Miy huffed, “I’m afraid I’m almost insulted at the suggestion that I am a two-bit magician. None of The One’s clergy are two-bit magicians. It’s best you remember that.” but then took another bite of the bread. Inwardly he was thinking how this witch could own a copy of the Elementia Corpus, the book was most archaic. Only a handful of hand-written copies survived to the present day. Most were kept under close guard in various magic guilds, and one or two were in private hands, such as his lord’s.

“Now this is more useful, I cannot recognize which book it is from which simply means I haven’t read it yet.” Lueaxanna rolled up the parchment and handed it Gluttony, who tucked it in the bag he has been carrying over his shoulder.

“There is one more scroll. This map-“ Miy dug under his cloak again before producing another scroll. “Again I had to trace it from another map. Because that would sorely be missed. But I swear to you on her name that it is accurate.” The trickster handed the scroll over, and watched as Lueaxanna’s expression brightened up.

“This is-“

“A map to the secret graveyard of Chrysalis.” Sloth said over his mistress’ shoulder.

“You knew?” Lueaxanna asked.

“I knew of it. Not where it is,” Sloth replied.

“Correct. That is the map of the graveyard where the worst criminals in history have been buried. Kept secret for one sole purpose. So that their remains would not be used to create golems.” Miy slipped in.

“Why?” Lueaxanna asked.

Miy grinned, tongue in cheek. “I already told you that I am guided by Akasha-Dono. So… consider this a gift from her.”

Lueaxanna watched the man closely, wanting to find any sign of deception from him. There had to be a catch to his helpfulness. But his expression gave off none, neither did his aura, he wasn’t lying. And beaming with that stupid smile on his face, it would be hard to believe that he was capable of lying anyways. Rolling up the map she handed it to Gluttony, who tucked it into his bag again.

“Anything else?” the witch asked.

“Nope. Not today anyways. Now I have to go.” Miy pushed off the table and slung his cloak onto his shoulders again, vanishing from view just as one of the innkeepers walked into the empty room. Surprised at the sudden vanishing of a man.

“An acquaintance of ours. Nothing to worry about.” Lueaxanna assured the woman, who nodded.

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Author Notes: This chapter took a bit longer to come out than I though it would. After the light beginning I wanted to keep it away from precisely dreary. So I couldn’t decide how to finish it. Which kind of took me a week to run through all the ideas I had. Sorry folks.