11-10-2008, 12:39 PM
hello guys (and gals) who frequent the fanfics section! you may (though you probably don't) know me from my work on my fanfic Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Force. well, i've seen that there are people here who also like digimon, and since i have a digimon fanfic as well, i thought i would post it. i already have a large amount of this one typed, so expect many chapters today! and don't feel disappointed if it comes off as being a little tame. in book one i tried very hard to capture the feeling of season one (digimon adventure). hope you like!
here is chapter two already:
The Informative Desert Tower;
BlackStaliamon vs. Devidramon
After the battle with the monstrous Serpenterramon, the nine of us (four humans and five Digimon) began walking. Our goal was to leave the Forest Region for the neighboring Desert Region. It would be hot, but according to the Digimon, it was better than the forest, which is the region most densely populated by hostiles.
“So how far are we from the edge of the forest?” I asked Serpentmon, who was hanging around my neck. BlackColtmon walked at my side.
“Don’t know,” He answered.
“I think its about another half mile,” said Chickomon. He was carrying a sleeping Amanda on his back. On either side of him, Sarah and Jen walked with their Digimon. We were tired, we were sweaty, and we were on edge, worrying whether or not another enemy was right around the next corner.
“At the rate we’re going,” said Jen, “we should get their well within the hour.”
“And look,” said Sarah, “the sun’s on its way down. That means it won’t be too high when we reach the desert.”
“Yeah,” I said, “but we still need to be careful.” And I pulled a sheet of paper and a pen out of my pocket, and I began to scribble out an idea.
“Okay,” I said to the others as we neared the forest’s edge, “We all have over shirts or jackets. If we fold them up like I’ve drawn here and tie them on with one of our shoestrings, we can shade our faces from the sun. The only problem is, I don’t know what to do for the Digimon.”
“Oh, don’t worry about us,” said Chickomon.
“Yeah,” said Coltmon. “This is our world. We know how to handle it.” The other Digimon nodded their agreement, save BlackColtmon, who never really expresses himself.
“Alright then,” I said, excitedly, “onward ho!”
“Yippy!” said Serpentmon. We tied our over shirts over our heads and headed forward into the sandy expanse.
It was about another twenty minutes before we felt it. It was like someone was tugging at us, just enough to give us a feint indication as to where we needed to go.
“Feel that?” Amanda asked, stretching herself awake.
“Yeah,” Sarah said, “we all do.”
“We think its directing us toward something,” said Jen.
“Toward what,” Amanda asked.
“Toward that,” I answered, pointing at a spot near the horizon. Everyone looked, and they saw what I’d seen; a ruined tower rising out of the sand, right in the middle of nowhere. We headed right for it, ready for anything, except what we were about to find.
“So this is it?” Jen asked as we slowly circled the tower. It was 65, 70 yards in diameter with one window near the top. The base had long since sunk into the ground, leaving only the top floor accessible through the window, which had sunk close to the ground. We climbed inside.
Once inside the tower we found ourselves in a wide open room, the floor slanted at a slight angle. There was no light, save the light that filtered through the window from outside. The room was dusty, dirty, sandy, and covered in cobwebs.
“So what now?” asked Sarah.
“I’m scared!” Amanda whined.
“Me too,” said Sarah.
“Okay,” I commanded, “Sarah and Ponymon, take Amanda and Chickomon back outside and wait for us in the shade, okay.”
“Yeah,” said Sarah, nodding, “sure.” She lead Amanda back out through the window, their Digimon following close behind.
“Okay, boss,” asked BlackColtmon, “now what?”
“Now we spread out and look for anything that seems out of place. We were called here for a reason, and I get the feeling that it was to find something.”
“What should we be looking for exactly?” Serpentmon asked.
“Not sure,” I answered. “Just anything less dirty and less made of stone.”
“Got it!”
But before we could do much searching Sarah and Amanda started screaming outside. We ran to see what was wrong. I jumped through the window first, and was startled as Chickomon’s attack, an energy blade fired from his eyes, flew by my head. I traced the path of the attack to the top of the tower where a large black dragon, black in color with four glowing red eyes, stood perched, roaring. It spread its tattered wings and dropped down, blood red claws swiping, barely missing our heads.
“Get him Serpentmon,” I said. I pulled the orange and black device from my pocket, hit the activation key, and brandished the screen toward my Digimon, calling out, “Initiate Digivolution!”
“Serpentmon, Digivolve to, Dragonterramon!”
My own black dragon Digimon let out a very distinct roar and leapt up, calling, “Terra Strike!” and clipping the foe’s right wing with his razor sharp claws. Both Digimon landed hard.
“Looks like your grounded,” Dragonterramon said with a gruff chuckle. I guess he’s still Serpentmon at heart.
“I will not let the Crests fall into your hands,” the dragon called out in a raspy, deep-throated voice. “By order of Lord Manipulamon!” He called out, “Crimson Claw!” and his claws began to glow.
“Terra Strike!” called Dragonterramon, his own claws glowing white. The two dragons pushed off of the sand and charged at each other at full speed. Both slashed, and for a second, the just stood there, almost back to back. Then Dragonterramon fell and changed back into Serpentmon.
“No way!” Jen said in disbelief.
“Serpentmon!” I called out, and ran toward him.
“No,” said BlackColtmon, “stay back!” He leapt between me and the foe, “I’ll take care of this guy.” At that moment the orange device activated again.
Taking my cue, I raised the device and said, “Initiate Digivolution!”
“BlackColtmon, Digivolve to!” BlackColtmon grew until he was as large as a very large male horse, with a long, wild mane, silky black fur, and huge, earth shaking hooves. He reared up and neighed at the top of his lungs, “BlackStaliamon!”
“I will not let you attack,” said the foe. His eyes started to glow brighter.
“Sorry,” said BlackStaliamon. “I’m a pure fighter. My mind can’t be clouded be hypnosis.” And with shocking elegance, my second Digimon launched himself into the fray.
“Hoof Stomp!” BlackStaliamon called. He launched himself hooves first at the foe. The foe caught the blow with his left arm and flung BlackStaliamon over his head, toward the tower, spinning instantly, preparing to counterattack.
BlackStaliamon flipped and pushed off of the tower’s exterior wall, giving him a serious boost in leaping speed and power. He called his attack once again and slammed his massive front hooves into the dragon’s chest, crushing him to digital bits. BlackStaliamon landed with unparalleled grace, and reverted back into BlackColtmon.
Jen, Coltmon and I re-entered the tower. Serpentmon and BlackColtmon stayed outside to rest. It took awhile, but we managed to find what we had been meant to find: five necklaces ending in gold tags, each bearing a different symbol, four mini ROM disk players colored to match our first four devices, and an orange and black laptop computer with a large symbol on the top that matched a small symbol pictured on my first device and on the orange disk player. The laptop had a slide out palm unit in the bottom and a plug in the back for connecting with other digital devices.
“Looks like we found it,” I said. I knelt down and lifted the laptop, inspecting it. I noticed that the power was on, so I opened it up and looked at the screen. There was a dialogue box open asking,
“Play stored message: yes or no?”
“A stored message?” I said, looking to the others. “I think we may all want to see this.”
I lead the way out of the tower. “What did you find?” Sarah asked. She, Amanda, and the Digimon listened intently for my answer.
“Not sure,” I answered, “but we’re about to find out.” I knelt down, placing the laptop on my over shirt to keep it from picking up sand, and pressed enter, playing the stored message.
“Welcome, Digidestined,” said a computerized voice. “I am the artificial intelligence program that controls the fully equipped portable data storage unit, known properly as the D-4 Digicomp. I was programmed by the Great Protector to explain your place in this world.
“Centuries ago, Old Time, the Sovereign Digimon of the Digital World determined that the data in their world was growing at a greater rate than expected. They used their immense power to create a second Digital World, meant to be an overflow for the original, tying it together with the five Digital Cores.”
On the screen flashed images of five distinct environments throughout the Digital world: a forest, a desert, a volcano, an ocean, and a cavern. The voice continued, “Circumstances in the original Digital World forced the Sovereign Digimon to choose a group of human Guardians to pair with a group of Digimon to protect it from the evil Digimon that inevitably surfaced. Seeing that it would soon be time for him to pass on, the Great Protector followed the Sovereigns’ example and, looking into the future, selecting a group of his own. They were charged with protecting this world, dubbed File Two, in his place. That group is you. John, chosen for your courage and leadership skills. Jenifer, chosen for your heart and compassion. Sarah, chosen for your inner strength. Amanda, chosen for your untapped potential. You have each been given one of each Digivices,” images of the first devices flashed on the screen, “to help your Digimon in reaching their fourth, or Adult level, and Digiplayers,” images of the second devices flashed on the screen, “to aid your Digimon in reaching a level beyond Adult. You have also each been given one or more Crests, representing your best traits.”
An image of two golden tags, one bearing a sun-like symbol, and the other resembling a yin yang with two curved spikes protruding from either end appeared. “John, you have been given the Neo Crest of Courage and the Neo Crest of Friendship.” The image changed to a tag bearing a star-like symbol. “Sarah, you have been given the Neo Crest of Light.
“You, Jenifer, have been given,” an image of a tag bearing a heart-like symbol appeared, “the Neo Crest of Love.” An image of a tag bearing a symbol like a boomerang sitting next to an orb appeared, “And you Amanda have been given the Crest of Loyalty. When you have grown enough your Crests, in combination with your Digiplayers, will give you the power you need to defeat your enemy, saving this world and all life in it.
“Of course,” the computer said, nearing the conclusion of its presentation, “you will be curious as to the identity of your enemy.” An image of a gray, human-like creature wit a dinosaur-like head appeared, “this is Manipulamon, an evil Digimon that can manipulate almost and data, energy, or element, converting it into virtually anything. He uses borrowed energy to create M-Tags, small patches that he uses to tag and control wild Digimon. They are distinguishable by the red “M’s” that he emblazons them with. Manipulamon is working toward his goal of enslaving the entire population, and it is believed that this goal will soon be within his reach.
“The Great Guardian would not ask you to risk your lives without the ability to choose,” the computer went on. “If you so choose you will be sent home immediately, but your decision must be unanimous. Choose now and voice your decision aloud.”
I looked around at my makeshift team, and the stared back at me. “Well guys, what do you think? Do we play hero, yes or no?”
Intro and Chapter One (Click to View)
Introduction
Four Years Ago…
“What’s going on?” I asked my cousin Jenifer (or Jen for short). My sister Sarah, my cousins Jen and Kristin (Dad’s brother’s daughters), my cousin Amanda (Dad’s sister’s daughter), and I were over at my Uncle Chris’s house in his basement when Jen called us all over to the computer. Sarah, Amanda, and I ran over to look at the monitor. Kristin watched from her place on the couch against the opposite wall, though she seemed less interested in the images that danced across the screen.
“Something’s happening on the net!” said Jen, “something weird! Look!” She pushed her long unruly brown hair out of her face and pointed at the video feed of several creatures doing battle.
“What are those things?” Sarah asked. Her curly blond air was hanging messily over her intense blue eyes. Again. Even though we are siblings, my brown hair and eyes made us look as though we were completely unrelated.
“There’s a message about it spreading out along the net.” Jen replied.
“Apparently they’re called Digimon, digital life forms! The blue one is MetalGarurumon, and the orange one is called WarGreymon. It doesn’t look like anyone knows what the black one is called.”
“Turn on the speakers,” I said, “and see if there’s any audio.”
She turned the knob, and voices rang out.
“…Pentagon just launched nuclear missiles!” said a kid who seemed to be connected with these Digimon things.
“Wait,” Sarah asked, “is this real?”
“I can’t be sure,” I replied, “but my gut says it is.”
“So if those two good ones lose-.” Said four-year-old Amanda, running her hand through her short almost black hair.
“Yeah, people will die.”
Amanda started to cry.
“It looks like the black one cloned himself!” said Jen, “And it doesn’t look like the good ones can move anymore.”
“They’re being pummeled!”
“Look!” said Amanda between sobs. She pointed at the screen where two human kids had suddenly appeared. They moved toward the Digimon, and the Digimon transformed into a glorious white soldier who called himself Omnimon.
It looks like they need to partner with a human to grow stronger!
“Man,” I said, “I wish I had a Digimon!”
“look what the white one’s doing,” said Jen. Omnimon swung his sword and roughly half of the cloned disappeared. Then Omnimon fired several shots from his cannon, destroying clone after clone until only one of the black Digimon was left. It jumped around and around, avoiding Omnimon’s eye until it suddenly found itself frozen in place. Omnimon turned to face it and rushed forward, stabbing it with his sword. The blade pierced the enemy’s head, and the evil black Digimon melted away.
Chapter 1
Arrive in the Digital World;
Enter Dragonterramon
Present Day, the State of Ohio, the United States of America…
Ever since that day four years ago, the five of us who had seen the battle Omnimon and the evil black Digimon would get together every Saturday at Family Game Night (which really just means Adult Poker Night) and discuss Digimon. This Saturday, however, Jen’s younger sister Kristin was home sick with the flu. My aunt had stayed with her. The rest of us; my cousin Jen, 12, my cousin Amanda, 7, my sister Sarah, 10, and myself John, age 14, were upstairs in my bedroom building Digimon models out of some old building blocks. I was building a black dragon while Jen and Sarah were busy building a horse. Amanda’s model looked like a lizard or something, though it was hard to tell because it wasn’t very good.
“I bet mine could beat yours,” I told Sarah and Jen, laughing.
“No way,” said Jen, “our’s is better.”
“But wouldn’t it be cool if it was a black horse?” I asked.
“No way!” said Sarah.
“Black is creepy,” said Amanda.
I chuckled and went back to work, my concentration interrupted almost immediately.
“Does anyone else hear that?” Jen asked.
“Hear what?” Sarah replied.
“That whistling sound,” said Jen.
“Yeah, I hear it,” I said. “Like a high pitched ringing?”
“Exactly!”
“What could it be?” asked Sarah.
“Uh, guys,” said Amanda, holding up her model, “it’s coming from these.”
We held our models up to our ears, but even as we did, something happened. Something weird. Sarah and Jen’s horse, my dragon, and Amanda’s lizard changed shape, becoming small devices roughly the size and shape of a cell phone. They floated into the air, and Sarah and Jen’s copied itself, creating a fourth device, and one device fell into each of our hands. Mine then turned orange and black, Sarah’s turned pink and white, Jen’s turned red and violet, and Amanda’s turned gray and blue. They glowed brightly, and all four of us blacked out.
When I awoke I found myself lying sprawled out in a clearing covered by patchy grass and surrounded by tall, tick trees. Jen, Amanda, and Sarah were just waking up as well.
I looked around, disoriented. “Where are we?” I asked.
“No clue,” Jen answered, “but I don’t think we’re in Ohio anymore.”
“You’re not!”
I looked around. The excited-sounding voice that had just spoken was unfamiliar. A young-sounding kinda raspy voice. “Who said that?” I asked, standing up and looking around again. That’s when I saw them. There were five of them standing in a small group. A stout blue dinosaur-like creature standing on his hind legs, Two small furry horse-head creatures, legless, one black and one brown, a tiny pony, no taller than a medium-sized dog, and a little green snake with purple stripes down its back and a purple diamond on its head.
“I did,” answered the snake, and my suspicions were confirmed. I knew where we were.
“W-We’re in the Digimon World!” I said. “And you guys are Digimon!”
“Not just any Digimon,” the snake said, “we’re your partner Digimon.”
“Our partner Digimon!” said Jen. “You mean it?”
“Yep,” said the brown horse-head Digimon in an excited, perky voice. “I’m your partner, Mainemon.”
“And Sarah,” said the small pony, “I’m your partner Digimon, DemiPonymon.”
“And I’m your Digimon, Amanda,” said the dinosaur, his voice airy and high-pitched. “Call me Chomon!”
“And John,” said the snake, “I’m Snakemon, and this hairball is BlackMainemon, my best pal, and we’re your partner Digimon!”
“Why do you get two?” Amanda whined. Oh, did I forget to mention? Amanda whines. A lot.
“That’s not important right now Manda,” I said, balancing annoyance with the excitement that I was already feeling. “We’re really in the Digimon World!”
“Yeah,” said Jen, “but being here poses the question of weather or not we can get back home now.”
“You mean that we can’t go home?!” screamed Amanda. She stopped whining, only to start crying. You guessed it. Amanda cries a lot too.
“No, no,” said Jen, kneeling down to look Amanda in the eye. “I only meant that we have to figure it out first. That’s all!”
Amanda immediately stopped crying. “Okay then,” she said. “I’ll just go play with Chomon until you do.” And like that she was off.
We all sighed.
“Thank God,” said Jen. “Now we can get some real discussion done.”
Without realizing it, we had leaned into a huddle. We had barely begun talking when Snakemon, who had somehow climbed onto my back without being noticed, dropped his head into the circle. “What you guys talkin’ about?” He nearly startled me to a heart attack!
“Oh,” I said, “nothing. We were just wondering how to get home if we need to.”
“Well,” said Snakemon, dropping to the ground as Sarah, Jen, and I spread apart, “you can talk to us. We’re here to help you.”
I looked to Jen, and then to Sarah, and then said, “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”
But they never got a chance to because, just then, Amanda came out of the woods with Chomon at her heels, screaming in terror. “”John,” she cried, “a giant snake! A giant snake attacked us!”
And just like that, a giant black snake rose above the trees, its head held as high as a third story window. Sharp spines ran all down his back.
“Oh no,” said Snakemon, “that’s Serpenterramon! He’s an Adult Level, two levels higher than us!”
“No matter,” said BlackMainemon, speaking for the first time. “We are here to protect the children, so that’s what we’re gonna do.” He rushed eagerly between us and Serpenterramon. The other Digimon followed suit, and the cell phone sized devices came online, buzzing and vibrating, the screens flashing. And the Digimon changed.
“Snakemon…”
“BlackMainemon…”
“DemiPonymon…”
“Mainemon…”
“Chomon…”
“…Digivolve to…”
Snakemon changed into a longer, fiercer-looking black snake with ridges over his eyes, “Serpentmon!”
BlackMainemon became a small black horse about one and a half times the size of DemiPonymon, “BlackColtmon!”
DemiPonymon grew until she was just barely smaller than BlackColtmon, “Ponymon!”
Mainemon grew until her was the same size and build as BlackColtmon, “Coltmon!”
Chomon grew until he was as big as a Saint Bernard, standing on all fours. He was a baby Brontosaurus with a collar around his neck. Tucked into the collar was a shiny golden red feather, “Chickomon.”
The Digimon in their new forms stood to face their foe. He glared down at them with yellow eyes and hiss/roared, baring long, vicious-looking fangs. Jen and Sarah held Amanda. I stood ready to defend them any way that I could.
It was then that Serpenterramon began his offensive. “Serpent Fang!” he hissed, and a huge fang shot from his throat at Serpentmon. Serpentmon and the others leapt away moments before the fang hit the ground and exploded. Serpentmon and Chickomon spun around quickly. Serpentmon called out “Serpent Strike!” and a hundred tiny explosive fang-shaped needles shot from his mouth and hammered the foe. Chickomon jumped and slammed Serpenterramon, BlackColtmon kicked him with hooves wreathed in black fire, and Coltmon and Ponymon tackled him to the ground. He got right back up.
“We’re too weak!” said Coltmon
“We have to Digivolve again!” said Ponymon. I knew she was probably right, but I have a problem with leaving things in other peoples’ hands. Serpenterramon was preparing for another attack. I jumped between Serpenterramon and the Digimon to shield them from harm.
“John, get back!” said Serpentmon. Serpenterramon launched his attack. Serpentmon jumped onto my shoulder and sprung toward the enormous fang, just as the small device came alive, and Serpentmon changed again.
“Serpentmon, Digivolve to!” he grew huge. About ten and a half, eleven feet tall. His body thickened and he grew short but strong arms ending in claws, and powerful legs ending in mighty talons. Sharp triangular spikes sprouted along his back. Fin-like protrusions sprouted from either side of the back of his head, and he grew rows of razor sharp teeth in his lengthening maw.
“That’s the dragon I built,” I said. “That’s -.”
My dragon raised his head high, and with unfaltering confidence declared his name, “Dragonterramon!”
Dragonterramon spun in midair, deflecting Serpenterramon’s attack with powerful tail. The fang spun away into the forest, exploding, and tossing several trees out of the ground. Dragonterramon landed firm and called, “Terra Flame!”
He opened his mouth wide and spewed flames that engulfed his foe. Serpenterramon broke down into pixels and broke apart, the pixels fading away as they drifted through the air like dust. Dragonterramon changed back into Serpentmon, and the girls stopped screaming and my knees stopped shaking. I fell to my knees, relieved that we had survived, even though I knew that this danger would not be the last.
Four Years Ago…
“What’s going on?” I asked my cousin Jenifer (or Jen for short). My sister Sarah, my cousins Jen and Kristin (Dad’s brother’s daughters), my cousin Amanda (Dad’s sister’s daughter), and I were over at my Uncle Chris’s house in his basement when Jen called us all over to the computer. Sarah, Amanda, and I ran over to look at the monitor. Kristin watched from her place on the couch against the opposite wall, though she seemed less interested in the images that danced across the screen.
“Something’s happening on the net!” said Jen, “something weird! Look!” She pushed her long unruly brown hair out of her face and pointed at the video feed of several creatures doing battle.
“What are those things?” Sarah asked. Her curly blond air was hanging messily over her intense blue eyes. Again. Even though we are siblings, my brown hair and eyes made us look as though we were completely unrelated.
“There’s a message about it spreading out along the net.” Jen replied.
“Apparently they’re called Digimon, digital life forms! The blue one is MetalGarurumon, and the orange one is called WarGreymon. It doesn’t look like anyone knows what the black one is called.”
“Turn on the speakers,” I said, “and see if there’s any audio.”
She turned the knob, and voices rang out.
“…Pentagon just launched nuclear missiles!” said a kid who seemed to be connected with these Digimon things.
“Wait,” Sarah asked, “is this real?”
“I can’t be sure,” I replied, “but my gut says it is.”
“So if those two good ones lose-.” Said four-year-old Amanda, running her hand through her short almost black hair.
“Yeah, people will die.”
Amanda started to cry.
“It looks like the black one cloned himself!” said Jen, “And it doesn’t look like the good ones can move anymore.”
“They’re being pummeled!”
“Look!” said Amanda between sobs. She pointed at the screen where two human kids had suddenly appeared. They moved toward the Digimon, and the Digimon transformed into a glorious white soldier who called himself Omnimon.
It looks like they need to partner with a human to grow stronger!
“Man,” I said, “I wish I had a Digimon!”
“look what the white one’s doing,” said Jen. Omnimon swung his sword and roughly half of the cloned disappeared. Then Omnimon fired several shots from his cannon, destroying clone after clone until only one of the black Digimon was left. It jumped around and around, avoiding Omnimon’s eye until it suddenly found itself frozen in place. Omnimon turned to face it and rushed forward, stabbing it with his sword. The blade pierced the enemy’s head, and the evil black Digimon melted away.
Chapter 1
Arrive in the Digital World;
Enter Dragonterramon
Present Day, the State of Ohio, the United States of America…
Ever since that day four years ago, the five of us who had seen the battle Omnimon and the evil black Digimon would get together every Saturday at Family Game Night (which really just means Adult Poker Night) and discuss Digimon. This Saturday, however, Jen’s younger sister Kristin was home sick with the flu. My aunt had stayed with her. The rest of us; my cousin Jen, 12, my cousin Amanda, 7, my sister Sarah, 10, and myself John, age 14, were upstairs in my bedroom building Digimon models out of some old building blocks. I was building a black dragon while Jen and Sarah were busy building a horse. Amanda’s model looked like a lizard or something, though it was hard to tell because it wasn’t very good.
“I bet mine could beat yours,” I told Sarah and Jen, laughing.
“No way,” said Jen, “our’s is better.”
“But wouldn’t it be cool if it was a black horse?” I asked.
“No way!” said Sarah.
“Black is creepy,” said Amanda.
I chuckled and went back to work, my concentration interrupted almost immediately.
“Does anyone else hear that?” Jen asked.
“Hear what?” Sarah replied.
“That whistling sound,” said Jen.
“Yeah, I hear it,” I said. “Like a high pitched ringing?”
“Exactly!”
“What could it be?” asked Sarah.
“Uh, guys,” said Amanda, holding up her model, “it’s coming from these.”
We held our models up to our ears, but even as we did, something happened. Something weird. Sarah and Jen’s horse, my dragon, and Amanda’s lizard changed shape, becoming small devices roughly the size and shape of a cell phone. They floated into the air, and Sarah and Jen’s copied itself, creating a fourth device, and one device fell into each of our hands. Mine then turned orange and black, Sarah’s turned pink and white, Jen’s turned red and violet, and Amanda’s turned gray and blue. They glowed brightly, and all four of us blacked out.
When I awoke I found myself lying sprawled out in a clearing covered by patchy grass and surrounded by tall, tick trees. Jen, Amanda, and Sarah were just waking up as well.
I looked around, disoriented. “Where are we?” I asked.
“No clue,” Jen answered, “but I don’t think we’re in Ohio anymore.”
“You’re not!”
I looked around. The excited-sounding voice that had just spoken was unfamiliar. A young-sounding kinda raspy voice. “Who said that?” I asked, standing up and looking around again. That’s when I saw them. There were five of them standing in a small group. A stout blue dinosaur-like creature standing on his hind legs, Two small furry horse-head creatures, legless, one black and one brown, a tiny pony, no taller than a medium-sized dog, and a little green snake with purple stripes down its back and a purple diamond on its head.
“I did,” answered the snake, and my suspicions were confirmed. I knew where we were.
“W-We’re in the Digimon World!” I said. “And you guys are Digimon!”
“Not just any Digimon,” the snake said, “we’re your partner Digimon.”
“Our partner Digimon!” said Jen. “You mean it?”
“Yep,” said the brown horse-head Digimon in an excited, perky voice. “I’m your partner, Mainemon.”
“And Sarah,” said the small pony, “I’m your partner Digimon, DemiPonymon.”
“And I’m your Digimon, Amanda,” said the dinosaur, his voice airy and high-pitched. “Call me Chomon!”
“And John,” said the snake, “I’m Snakemon, and this hairball is BlackMainemon, my best pal, and we’re your partner Digimon!”
“Why do you get two?” Amanda whined. Oh, did I forget to mention? Amanda whines. A lot.
“That’s not important right now Manda,” I said, balancing annoyance with the excitement that I was already feeling. “We’re really in the Digimon World!”
“Yeah,” said Jen, “but being here poses the question of weather or not we can get back home now.”
“You mean that we can’t go home?!” screamed Amanda. She stopped whining, only to start crying. You guessed it. Amanda cries a lot too.
“No, no,” said Jen, kneeling down to look Amanda in the eye. “I only meant that we have to figure it out first. That’s all!”
Amanda immediately stopped crying. “Okay then,” she said. “I’ll just go play with Chomon until you do.” And like that she was off.
We all sighed.
“Thank God,” said Jen. “Now we can get some real discussion done.”
Without realizing it, we had leaned into a huddle. We had barely begun talking when Snakemon, who had somehow climbed onto my back without being noticed, dropped his head into the circle. “What you guys talkin’ about?” He nearly startled me to a heart attack!
“Oh,” I said, “nothing. We were just wondering how to get home if we need to.”
“Well,” said Snakemon, dropping to the ground as Sarah, Jen, and I spread apart, “you can talk to us. We’re here to help you.”
I looked to Jen, and then to Sarah, and then said, “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”
But they never got a chance to because, just then, Amanda came out of the woods with Chomon at her heels, screaming in terror. “”John,” she cried, “a giant snake! A giant snake attacked us!”
And just like that, a giant black snake rose above the trees, its head held as high as a third story window. Sharp spines ran all down his back.
“Oh no,” said Snakemon, “that’s Serpenterramon! He’s an Adult Level, two levels higher than us!”
“No matter,” said BlackMainemon, speaking for the first time. “We are here to protect the children, so that’s what we’re gonna do.” He rushed eagerly between us and Serpenterramon. The other Digimon followed suit, and the cell phone sized devices came online, buzzing and vibrating, the screens flashing. And the Digimon changed.
“Snakemon…”
“BlackMainemon…”
“DemiPonymon…”
“Mainemon…”
“Chomon…”
“…Digivolve to…”
Snakemon changed into a longer, fiercer-looking black snake with ridges over his eyes, “Serpentmon!”
BlackMainemon became a small black horse about one and a half times the size of DemiPonymon, “BlackColtmon!”
DemiPonymon grew until she was just barely smaller than BlackColtmon, “Ponymon!”
Mainemon grew until her was the same size and build as BlackColtmon, “Coltmon!”
Chomon grew until he was as big as a Saint Bernard, standing on all fours. He was a baby Brontosaurus with a collar around his neck. Tucked into the collar was a shiny golden red feather, “Chickomon.”
The Digimon in their new forms stood to face their foe. He glared down at them with yellow eyes and hiss/roared, baring long, vicious-looking fangs. Jen and Sarah held Amanda. I stood ready to defend them any way that I could.
It was then that Serpenterramon began his offensive. “Serpent Fang!” he hissed, and a huge fang shot from his throat at Serpentmon. Serpentmon and the others leapt away moments before the fang hit the ground and exploded. Serpentmon and Chickomon spun around quickly. Serpentmon called out “Serpent Strike!” and a hundred tiny explosive fang-shaped needles shot from his mouth and hammered the foe. Chickomon jumped and slammed Serpenterramon, BlackColtmon kicked him with hooves wreathed in black fire, and Coltmon and Ponymon tackled him to the ground. He got right back up.
“We’re too weak!” said Coltmon
“We have to Digivolve again!” said Ponymon. I knew she was probably right, but I have a problem with leaving things in other peoples’ hands. Serpenterramon was preparing for another attack. I jumped between Serpenterramon and the Digimon to shield them from harm.
“John, get back!” said Serpentmon. Serpenterramon launched his attack. Serpentmon jumped onto my shoulder and sprung toward the enormous fang, just as the small device came alive, and Serpentmon changed again.
“Serpentmon, Digivolve to!” he grew huge. About ten and a half, eleven feet tall. His body thickened and he grew short but strong arms ending in claws, and powerful legs ending in mighty talons. Sharp triangular spikes sprouted along his back. Fin-like protrusions sprouted from either side of the back of his head, and he grew rows of razor sharp teeth in his lengthening maw.
“That’s the dragon I built,” I said. “That’s -.”
My dragon raised his head high, and with unfaltering confidence declared his name, “Dragonterramon!”
Dragonterramon spun in midair, deflecting Serpenterramon’s attack with powerful tail. The fang spun away into the forest, exploding, and tossing several trees out of the ground. Dragonterramon landed firm and called, “Terra Flame!”
He opened his mouth wide and spewed flames that engulfed his foe. Serpenterramon broke down into pixels and broke apart, the pixels fading away as they drifted through the air like dust. Dragonterramon changed back into Serpentmon, and the girls stopped screaming and my knees stopped shaking. I fell to my knees, relieved that we had survived, even though I knew that this danger would not be the last.
here is chapter two already:
Chapter 2 (Click to View)
The Informative Desert Tower;
BlackStaliamon vs. Devidramon
After the battle with the monstrous Serpenterramon, the nine of us (four humans and five Digimon) began walking. Our goal was to leave the Forest Region for the neighboring Desert Region. It would be hot, but according to the Digimon, it was better than the forest, which is the region most densely populated by hostiles.
“So how far are we from the edge of the forest?” I asked Serpentmon, who was hanging around my neck. BlackColtmon walked at my side.
“Don’t know,” He answered.
“I think its about another half mile,” said Chickomon. He was carrying a sleeping Amanda on his back. On either side of him, Sarah and Jen walked with their Digimon. We were tired, we were sweaty, and we were on edge, worrying whether or not another enemy was right around the next corner.
“At the rate we’re going,” said Jen, “we should get their well within the hour.”
“And look,” said Sarah, “the sun’s on its way down. That means it won’t be too high when we reach the desert.”
“Yeah,” I said, “but we still need to be careful.” And I pulled a sheet of paper and a pen out of my pocket, and I began to scribble out an idea.
“Okay,” I said to the others as we neared the forest’s edge, “We all have over shirts or jackets. If we fold them up like I’ve drawn here and tie them on with one of our shoestrings, we can shade our faces from the sun. The only problem is, I don’t know what to do for the Digimon.”
“Oh, don’t worry about us,” said Chickomon.
“Yeah,” said Coltmon. “This is our world. We know how to handle it.” The other Digimon nodded their agreement, save BlackColtmon, who never really expresses himself.
“Alright then,” I said, excitedly, “onward ho!”
“Yippy!” said Serpentmon. We tied our over shirts over our heads and headed forward into the sandy expanse.
It was about another twenty minutes before we felt it. It was like someone was tugging at us, just enough to give us a feint indication as to where we needed to go.
“Feel that?” Amanda asked, stretching herself awake.
“Yeah,” Sarah said, “we all do.”
“We think its directing us toward something,” said Jen.
“Toward what,” Amanda asked.
“Toward that,” I answered, pointing at a spot near the horizon. Everyone looked, and they saw what I’d seen; a ruined tower rising out of the sand, right in the middle of nowhere. We headed right for it, ready for anything, except what we were about to find.
“So this is it?” Jen asked as we slowly circled the tower. It was 65, 70 yards in diameter with one window near the top. The base had long since sunk into the ground, leaving only the top floor accessible through the window, which had sunk close to the ground. We climbed inside.
Once inside the tower we found ourselves in a wide open room, the floor slanted at a slight angle. There was no light, save the light that filtered through the window from outside. The room was dusty, dirty, sandy, and covered in cobwebs.
“So what now?” asked Sarah.
“I’m scared!” Amanda whined.
“Me too,” said Sarah.
“Okay,” I commanded, “Sarah and Ponymon, take Amanda and Chickomon back outside and wait for us in the shade, okay.”
“Yeah,” said Sarah, nodding, “sure.” She lead Amanda back out through the window, their Digimon following close behind.
“Okay, boss,” asked BlackColtmon, “now what?”
“Now we spread out and look for anything that seems out of place. We were called here for a reason, and I get the feeling that it was to find something.”
“What should we be looking for exactly?” Serpentmon asked.
“Not sure,” I answered. “Just anything less dirty and less made of stone.”
“Got it!”
But before we could do much searching Sarah and Amanda started screaming outside. We ran to see what was wrong. I jumped through the window first, and was startled as Chickomon’s attack, an energy blade fired from his eyes, flew by my head. I traced the path of the attack to the top of the tower where a large black dragon, black in color with four glowing red eyes, stood perched, roaring. It spread its tattered wings and dropped down, blood red claws swiping, barely missing our heads.
“Get him Serpentmon,” I said. I pulled the orange and black device from my pocket, hit the activation key, and brandished the screen toward my Digimon, calling out, “Initiate Digivolution!”
“Serpentmon, Digivolve to, Dragonterramon!”
My own black dragon Digimon let out a very distinct roar and leapt up, calling, “Terra Strike!” and clipping the foe’s right wing with his razor sharp claws. Both Digimon landed hard.
“Looks like your grounded,” Dragonterramon said with a gruff chuckle. I guess he’s still Serpentmon at heart.
“I will not let the Crests fall into your hands,” the dragon called out in a raspy, deep-throated voice. “By order of Lord Manipulamon!” He called out, “Crimson Claw!” and his claws began to glow.
“Terra Strike!” called Dragonterramon, his own claws glowing white. The two dragons pushed off of the sand and charged at each other at full speed. Both slashed, and for a second, the just stood there, almost back to back. Then Dragonterramon fell and changed back into Serpentmon.
“No way!” Jen said in disbelief.
“Serpentmon!” I called out, and ran toward him.
“No,” said BlackColtmon, “stay back!” He leapt between me and the foe, “I’ll take care of this guy.” At that moment the orange device activated again.
Taking my cue, I raised the device and said, “Initiate Digivolution!”
“BlackColtmon, Digivolve to!” BlackColtmon grew until he was as large as a very large male horse, with a long, wild mane, silky black fur, and huge, earth shaking hooves. He reared up and neighed at the top of his lungs, “BlackStaliamon!”
“I will not let you attack,” said the foe. His eyes started to glow brighter.
“Sorry,” said BlackStaliamon. “I’m a pure fighter. My mind can’t be clouded be hypnosis.” And with shocking elegance, my second Digimon launched himself into the fray.
“Hoof Stomp!” BlackStaliamon called. He launched himself hooves first at the foe. The foe caught the blow with his left arm and flung BlackStaliamon over his head, toward the tower, spinning instantly, preparing to counterattack.
BlackStaliamon flipped and pushed off of the tower’s exterior wall, giving him a serious boost in leaping speed and power. He called his attack once again and slammed his massive front hooves into the dragon’s chest, crushing him to digital bits. BlackStaliamon landed with unparalleled grace, and reverted back into BlackColtmon.
Jen, Coltmon and I re-entered the tower. Serpentmon and BlackColtmon stayed outside to rest. It took awhile, but we managed to find what we had been meant to find: five necklaces ending in gold tags, each bearing a different symbol, four mini ROM disk players colored to match our first four devices, and an orange and black laptop computer with a large symbol on the top that matched a small symbol pictured on my first device and on the orange disk player. The laptop had a slide out palm unit in the bottom and a plug in the back for connecting with other digital devices.
“Looks like we found it,” I said. I knelt down and lifted the laptop, inspecting it. I noticed that the power was on, so I opened it up and looked at the screen. There was a dialogue box open asking,
“Play stored message: yes or no?”
“A stored message?” I said, looking to the others. “I think we may all want to see this.”
I lead the way out of the tower. “What did you find?” Sarah asked. She, Amanda, and the Digimon listened intently for my answer.
“Not sure,” I answered, “but we’re about to find out.” I knelt down, placing the laptop on my over shirt to keep it from picking up sand, and pressed enter, playing the stored message.
“Welcome, Digidestined,” said a computerized voice. “I am the artificial intelligence program that controls the fully equipped portable data storage unit, known properly as the D-4 Digicomp. I was programmed by the Great Protector to explain your place in this world.
“Centuries ago, Old Time, the Sovereign Digimon of the Digital World determined that the data in their world was growing at a greater rate than expected. They used their immense power to create a second Digital World, meant to be an overflow for the original, tying it together with the five Digital Cores.”
On the screen flashed images of five distinct environments throughout the Digital world: a forest, a desert, a volcano, an ocean, and a cavern. The voice continued, “Circumstances in the original Digital World forced the Sovereign Digimon to choose a group of human Guardians to pair with a group of Digimon to protect it from the evil Digimon that inevitably surfaced. Seeing that it would soon be time for him to pass on, the Great Protector followed the Sovereigns’ example and, looking into the future, selecting a group of his own. They were charged with protecting this world, dubbed File Two, in his place. That group is you. John, chosen for your courage and leadership skills. Jenifer, chosen for your heart and compassion. Sarah, chosen for your inner strength. Amanda, chosen for your untapped potential. You have each been given one of each Digivices,” images of the first devices flashed on the screen, “to help your Digimon in reaching their fourth, or Adult level, and Digiplayers,” images of the second devices flashed on the screen, “to aid your Digimon in reaching a level beyond Adult. You have also each been given one or more Crests, representing your best traits.”
An image of two golden tags, one bearing a sun-like symbol, and the other resembling a yin yang with two curved spikes protruding from either end appeared. “John, you have been given the Neo Crest of Courage and the Neo Crest of Friendship.” The image changed to a tag bearing a star-like symbol. “Sarah, you have been given the Neo Crest of Light.
“You, Jenifer, have been given,” an image of a tag bearing a heart-like symbol appeared, “the Neo Crest of Love.” An image of a tag bearing a symbol like a boomerang sitting next to an orb appeared, “And you Amanda have been given the Crest of Loyalty. When you have grown enough your Crests, in combination with your Digiplayers, will give you the power you need to defeat your enemy, saving this world and all life in it.
“Of course,” the computer said, nearing the conclusion of its presentation, “you will be curious as to the identity of your enemy.” An image of a gray, human-like creature wit a dinosaur-like head appeared, “this is Manipulamon, an evil Digimon that can manipulate almost and data, energy, or element, converting it into virtually anything. He uses borrowed energy to create M-Tags, small patches that he uses to tag and control wild Digimon. They are distinguishable by the red “M’s” that he emblazons them with. Manipulamon is working toward his goal of enslaving the entire population, and it is believed that this goal will soon be within his reach.
“The Great Guardian would not ask you to risk your lives without the ability to choose,” the computer went on. “If you so choose you will be sent home immediately, but your decision must be unanimous. Choose now and voice your decision aloud.”
I looked around at my makeshift team, and the stared back at me. “Well guys, what do you think? Do we play hero, yes or no?”
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