Sora: Phoenix of Odaiba

Chapter 1: The Phoenix Returns Home

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or Robin Hood…Ya ya ya…

Note: This story is actually one of my other stories with different names so excuse any characters being OOC. The story is slightly more based on Robin Hood: Men in Tights, rather than the original telling. And don't ask how Daisuke came to be King. He just is.

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A content sigh filled the crisp morning air. Fiery crimson eyes gazed around with relief at the familiar blue-leafed forest before her. After five long years serving in the War of Blood and Soul, she was finally allowed to return back home. Psywood Forest had never looked so appealing to her. The forest, although only a mile wide, had a mind of its own. If it thought you had a good soul, you'd get by in a few minutes. However, if it distrusted you, count on a five-hour hike. Sora picked up her sack and stepped into the forest. As she walked along the familiar route, she wondered if anything had changed. King Daisuke had been gone for five years, leaving his older sister Princess Jun in his place. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Princess Jun was the one who tried to make a kingdom wide announcement that everyone had to wear pink…

Out of the corner of her ear, Sora heard the faint noise of cries of pain and shouts of anger. Her curiosity and honor got the best of her as she followed her ears till she reached a small clearing in the forest. Before her, a band of armored guards were beating up on two dirty and mangy figures. Sora saw a flash of a dragon swirled around a tiger, the official seal of the king, on the armor of the guards.

" Take this, you punk! Try and protect your maiden now!" one of the guards yelled viciously as he kicked the larger of the two figures in the side. The figure groaned and curled up, trying to protect itself. The guards laughed and continued their torment. A fire burned in Sora's eyes.

" Hey! Stop that!" The guards all looked up to see the figure of a girl, who looked

no older than seventeen. Long cinnamon-red hair waved in the wind behind her in a neat braid and bangs waved in front of her eyes. Silence filled the air before Sora raised an eyebrow as she followed their gaze to the lower half of her outfit…

" HEY!!!" Sora tugged at her shirt, trying to cover her legs. It wasn't her fault that this ridiculous outfit was the only one she had. Damn King Daisuke for giving her this outfit. She could have sworn he was smirking as he did so…

Sora turned red in the face as she heard some of the guys wolf-whistling. She spun around glaring, giving up on trying to cover the annoying tights. Sora marched up to the obvious leader of the group until they were eye to eye, even though she was slightly shorter then him, never breaking her deadly glare.

" So, are you going to stop us?" the leader of the group asked with a smirk on his face, looking down. Sora's glare turned into a smirk before delivering an impossibly high kick to his chin, sending him flying back into the other guards. The lead guard looked up in shock, blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth.

" She…She.." Sora took on a fighting stance, preparing for their attack.

" I'm TELLING!!" Sora blinked as the guards all took off, headed for what they thought was the castle. Sora sighed; wondering if this was what the majestic kingdom of Bloodstone had been reduced to. She went over to the two still figures on the floor, kneeling besides them. One was a young blonde knight, a few years younger then herself. His armor half hung off his lean body, his body coated with blood from the various wounds he'd acquired. The other was a female, the same age as herself. She has long, flowing pink hair and wore the dress of a maid of the castle's. There were no wounds that Sora could see, only a lump that suggested she had simply been knocked out. Sora leaned over to pick up the male when he grabbed her wrist.

" Hi…Hikari…" hissed the figure before letting go of her wrist, falling unconscious.