Post by legendhiro on Aug 19, 2008 2:24:35 GMT -5
Contents: Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
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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Part Three coming soon!
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Chapter 2
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?”
___________________
Part Three coming soon!