The girl looked up. There was something in the sky that made her notice. She was sitting on a very high mur in the park, crossed-legged, and a small, black leather bag on her lap.
Next to her was a Darkus Bakugan, in a shape of a ball. He was Gawain, one Bakugan who had chosen to stay behind with his brawler when every one had returned to Vestroia.
“Virvana?”
The girl turned to him.
“Did toi see what I just saw?”
“No-what is it?”
“A bright flash of light on the sky – and I swear it’s not the sunlight.”
Virvana flipped her raven hair over the shoulders. She’s a sharp and keen...
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