Post by legendhiro on Aug 13, 2008 19:09:46 GMT -5
Contents: Intro and Chapter 1
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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.
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let me know what you think!
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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.
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let me know what you think!
