The Crest of The Heavens
By ArchangelUK
I do not own Digimon, If I did I wouldn't have ignored half a dozen storylines started in 02 and never finished.
Chapter 1: The End
The sky was no longer as bright as it used to be in the digital world, a stark contrast to the time now christened "The Golden Age" by digimon. To think that such wonderous times had been barely a generation ago was proof enough that all was not well, on a tall mountain in a distant part of the digitalworld, two figures talked to what appeared to be the clouds from a distance. Alas, on closer inspection you would have realised it not to be that, but a large (and very faint) blue dragon digimon. The youth looked up at Azulongmon, then at the small digimon and back to Azulongmon.
"I can't do it any more Azulongmon."
"I know my boy, every day the digital world grows weaker as do I," Azulongmon let out a long sigh, the unclassified mega looked pained somehow, the human couldn't help but agree.
"Myself too, I can't do a job that was supposed to be for two people, when we merged the two to save the digital world I was able to maintain the balance."
"As you say Guardian of the Balance, but believe me you have done well, infact more than was expected of you." Azulongmon boomed.
"But not well enough, I can no longer keep that balance and the digital world is doomed."
The youth looked down at his shoes, the small digimon looked at him with a mixture of understanding and confusion. He too looked towards the ground, the youth winced there had been that hint of contempt against him again. Would his friend ever be able to let that go?
"You are right." The dragon continued, causing the digimon to look up.
"What do you mean he's right? We have to fight this!"
"Little one, you try as hard as he but you were only supposed to be the protector of one not the protector of two. You believe as he does that you are somehow responsible for all of this but you are not." Azulongmon lowered his head so he was at eye-level with the digimon, he closed his eyes and sighed,
"You think you would be letting her down, I see you still wear her talisman around your wrist."
The digimon looked down towards the gold band encircling his right arm, he looked up at Azulongmon with anger in his small eyes. "That is neither here nor there!" He squeaked angrily.
"Please." Jarret whispered, pulling the digimon back down to the ground. "Calm yourself, not now..." He turned back to the dragon, "What can I do?"
"You must go back in time to before the events that ultimately led to their deaths took place."
"When was that?"
"34 years ago."
"34 years?" Jarret and the digimon exclaimed, "They weren't even my age then."
"I will send you back there, it will take all of my remaining power to do so and I can only send you. You my digimon friend must stay here."
"What will happen to the worlds after I go."
"Without the guardian powers to keep them in check, the warp will collapse, kind of an implosion-explosion. They will be destroyed, but they will be so anyway unless you succeed." Azulongmon said, matter of factly,
"But, the digimon. You. Everyone I know."
"It matters not, not in the long run. You must find the event that lead us all down this path and stop it, prevent it any which way you can. But be wary of your actions for as soon as you arrive you will be upsetting the events that led to their victory. Yet also to their inevitable defeat by fate."
Jarret's brow knotted and he bit his lip. "Who causes this incident?"
"The fight is caused by Nemisomon."
"Nemisomon? But he's been missing for years!"
"Now you know where he went to." The digimon answered for Azulongmon and instantly regretted his tone.
"So this is my fault." The youth collapsed to his knees holding his head,
It is my fault! His mind screamed.
"No! Nemisomon acted under his own will, there were no black gears, dark rings or control spires affecting his actions."
"But, if I am to avoid all the events that have transpired - "
"- Then you must follow the path to your destiny."
"But, my destiny...does that involve my..."
"I'm sorry Jarret, I do not know. Maybe when my past-self realises who you are he will understand but now I am too weak to help you any more." The digimon had digivolved and created the gate, Azulongmon concentrated, sweat poured down his face and the sky started to glow yellow. The blue light of Azulongmon and the yellow light of the sky wrapped around the gate, transforming it into a shining portal of silver. Without hesitation Jarret stepped through, and it closed up behind him, as the little digimon and Azulongmon watched there was a loud crack, the ground began to shake and the sky turned black.
"Farewell Jarret," Azulongmon whispered, "Good luck."
And then all that was...was no more.
Where has the youth been sent? Who is he? Who
was the digimon he was with? What did Azulongmon mean by "Guardian of the
Balance"? What does this have to do with the digidestined we know? And
what is the dark secret that tortures his memory? Find out in the next chapter
of 'The Crest of the Heavens'
ArchangelUK 0:-)
