The girl looked up. There was something in the sky that made her notice. She was sitting on a very high wall 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.
The girl turned to him.
“Did you 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 girl, with long raised eye slits and a pair of deep black eyes. Judging by her outfit: dark, purple t-shirt and black leather thigh-length shorts, there’s no doubt that, she’s a Darkus Brawler.
“Virvana, are you ok?”
Gawain asked in a low voice.
“No-I’m not. I can sense something was up.” Virvana jumped down from the wall, grabbing Gawain with her. “I’ve gotta tell our friends, and quick.”