Things started picking up once they passed the 5th hole. Sure it was a hard hole but they all made it easily past the creek and onto the other side.

Not before long time just seemed to slow down and it got to a point where Free didn't care. He was having too much fun to even realize it was getting late.

Eventually  the night caught up with everyone. Isabel kept yawning and rubbing her eyes. Trad knew it was probably past her bedtime but she insisted that they should keep going.

On the sixth hole Free decided to try something bold. Since it was a Par 3 and it was a very short hole. He decided to play from the black tee but he let everyone else hit first. Michael also decided to move one tee box back but he didn't go to the black only the blue.

His ball landed on the green, and Trad's was in the fairway. Free lined up to the ball and smacked it. His ball landed in the middle of the fairway.

"Michael what's that circle of grass?"

"Oh that? That's what I like to call it a grass trap. It's this circle full of high grass but as long as you get out of it there's nothing to worry about."

And just like Michael said it was no problem. Free easily chipped the ball onto the green.

But when they got to the next hole, that's when things started getting interesting. Before the sky had been a peaceful blue but now it was an angry grey. And the lighting and thunder truly gave away it's presence.

Michael was a bit worried, but he reassured the group that they only had two holes left. Moving onto the next hole, this one looked....complicated.

Sand traps lined the sides and at the bottom was a creek. It was a narrow fairway with not a lot of room. But to make up for the length the hole was in the front of the green.

Michael killed it, the ball went so far that it passed the 150 yard stick. Free lost it after it went down the hill. Trad also had a good shot but Free did something different. Instead his ball curved and went into this high grass.

After getting into the cart Free asked: "What was that?"

"A slice, once someone gets pretty good at golf they can start slicing it or hooking it that's when it goes to the left."

Free's mouth made a small o shape.

The boys hopped out of the cart and started walking around. As they were looking Free stumbled upon some high grass.

"You think it went in there?"

"Even if it did, it's not worth it to go in there."

"Why?"

"A long time ago my younger sister was out here. I had recently lost a ball and it landed in some wild grass like that. It was always her thing to help me by finding my ball."

"Luckily she remembered where it landed. Going into the high grass she easily found it but she saw something in the grass. A small tail of a snake was slithering away from her. She ran out of the bushes and over to me. She told me what happened. But from that day on she always called it "The Snake Pit." I eventually picked up on it too. Anyways don't worry about it I find balls out here all the time. Heck here's one right now is this yours?"

"No."

The ball was a bit dirty but Free could tell it was a highlighter colored yellow ball.

"Here you can have it."

Michael tossed the ball to Free. Free easily caught it and stuffed it in his pocket.

Free tried to focus on the game but his mind kept wondering back to what Michael said.

The Snake Pit

Free remembered a while back Valt said something about it to the members of BC Sol. From there their rumors spread like wildfire. Something about a mysterious place...blah blah....dangerous leader.....unspeakable power. Free never really cared about stuff like that but the way the bladers talked about it made it seem like they were scared of it.

After finishing off the eighth hole they finally made it to the last.

It was all up hill, complete with a pond, and some sand bunkers. And of course to give it a more ominous feeling the clouds were a dark purple-grey.

"This looks...fun." Trad said looking up.

And it was fun in a way, the rain drenched the land making it harder for the golf carts. Everyone was soaked, before the group had admired the animals like the geese or baby geese.

There was even a turtle on the fairway a couple of greens back. But this was no longer fun; this was a quest for fun and survival.

At first the rain wasn't bad, when they all started teeing off it was a few drops here and there but as they made their way to the top that's when things got harder.

When they were all done they raced inside as fast as they could. Grabbing a booth inside near the back they listened to the weatherman talk about the storm.

Eventually they got bored of it and Michael started telling more golf stories. And at that point they didn't even care about the situation.

After getting some dinner Trad got out his score card.

"46...47...48! I got a 48!"

"Very good Trad but I got a 36, what about you Free?"

"Oh um I wasn't really keeping track, I guess I kinda forgot about it after the last couple holes."

"Well that's okay, the most important thing is to.... have fun!" Michael said.

After some goodbyes Trad and Isabel left Free and Michael by themselves.

"You know I think that was the craziest game I've ever played. But I think I'll remember it."

"Yeah me too."

"Here I've got something for you."

Michael pulled out a plain white golf ball. Free looked at it with a bored expression.

"Turn it around."

Free turned it around, on the other side was a drawing of Fafnir's face.

"Thanks Michael."

Michael and Free went back outside. At this point the storm had stopped temporarily but Free was beginning to see a glimpse of a rainbow.

Nearby a truck of a car nearby opened and Michael put his clubs into the back of it.

"You have a car? I thought you were 15."

Michael burst out laughing, in a way it reminded him of Xander.

"Nah more like 20 but close enough, you've got talent kid I'll give you that. If you ever need a golf buddy you can always call or visit me here."

Michael got into his car and drove off leaving Free. After returning the clubs, Free put the ball into his sack.

Walking away from the golf course Free started thinking about all the things Michael had taught him about like patience and determination. Free thought he could use what he learned from golf and apply it to blading.

Stepping onto a wet piece of paper snapped him out of his thoughts. Free couldn't really tell what was on the paper. Ignoring it he went back to his thoughts.

But if Free did care and had looked at it the word missing could be barely seen at the top of the paper.

A/N: whew another good short story. The next one will take place in Japan! The birthplace of Beyblade. Hope you guys have a good day!