Chapter 1

Wizardmon's tale

Okay, this is a story I came up with late at night, so I hope it is good. I thought Wizardmon's and Gatomon's stories needed to be told. Enjoy and Review!

The tale of Wizardmon begins long ago in a small town of Majin Digimon. In this town, there was a Sorcerymon who pretty much controlled everything. He took young Digimon and raised them out of the pure kindness of his heart.

This Sorcerymon had a wife, however, who hated the young Digimon he would take in. If they misbehaved, she would wait until her husband was no longer around and punish them severely. Her punishments were very cruel, and sometimes the Digimon would be deleted because of it.

The Sorcerymon was oblivious to this, as Lady Devimon was very good at covering it up. She blamed all deaths on sickness, all injuries on roughhousing, and threatened the young Digimon if they ever said a word. And, of course, they didn't.

We now take you to this place to show you Wizardmon's past.

"WIZARDMON!"

A blonde Digimon sat up. He wore a yellow suit, and had stunning green eyes. His feet were bare and his long, messy hair was drawn back in a failed attempt at a pony tail. He got up from the river bank where he had been watching the other Digimon his age. Trembling, he made his way into the house. What did I do this time? He thought. Probably something her daughter did again. Lady Devimon had a habit of blaming anything her own daughter did on him. He turned the corner and froze in front of a tall, white haired fallen angel Digimon who was glaring down at him. Behind her was the living room, which was where her daughter, Witchmon, loved to play.

"Earlier, I seem to remember cleaning this room. Now look at it!" She motioned to the now trashed room.

"But…" Wizardmon told her, confused. He backed up a bit. "I was out in the river with the other boys. Only your daughter was in here-"

"Are you accusing my little angel of doing this?" She demanded.

Behind her, Witchmon peeked around her mother and giggled. Wizardmon's eyes narrowed. Then he remembered who he was talking to. "No, miss. I was just-"

"I think you were!" Lady Devimon's voice became harsher. "I think you really are blaming my perfect daughter! How dare you, you little brat! If you had just fessed up I probably would have made you clean it up, but now I'll have to teach you a lesson about blaming others." She growled and grabbed Wizardmon by the wrist. She dragged him down the hall into her 'Punishing' room, AKA a large closet that held janitorial supplies.

"No, it wasn't me!" Wizardmon said desperately. "I haven't been in that room all day! Ask the other boys, they'll vouch for me!"

"Shut up." She snapped. She sat him down on a chair and closed the door. "Now sit still. Make one noise and you'll regret it.

In horror he watched as she selected a needle and thread from a drawer and brought it to his mouth…

Wizardmon curled up on his bed, holding back tears. Now one of his friends, a Dark Agumon, sat by him and tried to cut the string. They were down to one thread, but the pain of opening his mouth to let him cut along with the misery of the strings being pulled out was too much, and Wizardmon wouldn't let his friend near him.

"Wizardmon, let me see it!" He growled in frustration. "I need to try to cut the string." After a brief struggle he pulled the thread away, wincing a bit at the sight of the injury. "Its not too bad. It will look better if I get the blood off." A few minutes later, when he was done, he commented that it looked better now and left quickly, not wanting to get in trouble with Lady Devimon.

Wizardmon got up and walked to the mirror. His lips had been slit by the string several times, leaving his mouth looking sewn up, but when he parted his lips he could tell that his lips were not connected. He was sure they would leave scars.

Not long after, Wizardmon was alone by the river when he heard a cry. He suddenly noticed something he had been too deep in thought to realize before.

He smelled smoke.

He looked up at the house.

It was burning.

Dark Agumon, bloody and burned, ran from the wreckage. He stumbled on the hill and fell, rolling down towards Wizardmon. He glanced weakly up at him. "Help…"

Wizardmon quickly dragged him over to the river and started washing him in water, then cast a healing spell on his friend and ran towards the house. But before he reached it, he watched in horror as it collapsed, killing everyone inside. A figure loomed on the other side of the flames, but he couldn't see it too well because of the smoke in his eyes.

"THUNDER BALL!"

Wizardmon's attack hit the figure in the face. He cried in surprise, then said something unintelligible, sending a sudden stream of red energy at him. Wizardmon stumbled back at the attack, feeling it rip through his suit. Tears of pain and sorrow filled his eyes and he stumbled back to his friend where he blacked out.

The air was cold. The stars seemed to echo this coldness. Wizardmon groaned and sat up, his weak friend lying nearby. Dark Agumon had his eyes tightly closed in pain.

"Hey, you okay?" Wizardmon asked gently. He turned his friend over so his head was facing up. Dark Agumon's right arm fell limply and hit the ground.

Dark Agumon opened his golden eyes. Their usual glimmer of mischief and joy had faded, and he stared up sadly. "Wizardmon… he tried to recruit us… but some of us fought back… he destroyed everyone who tried to resist… I managed to escape but… I'm sorry." Dark Agumon smiled slightly, wincing in pain.

Wizardmon glanced down at his friend's feet. The data was already breaking up. "No- you can't go. You'll be fine, just hold on."

"Watch out. He's dangerous, even worse than Lady Devimon." By this time Dark Agumon only had a head and shoulders left, and they were breaking up fast.

"Goodbye, Wizardmon." He faded away.

Wizardmon cried himself to sleep that night, staring up at the cold, laughing stars that usually seemed happy.

Wizardmon was forced to leave. He had no home in this town anymore, so he began to travel. Unfortunately, every other town he came upon was either so poor they couldn't even feed themselves or full of snobs that asked for a reward in return for services. And so it went on for a week until he collapsed in the street of a town.

He welcomed death. There was no one left he cared about. His only friend was gone, the kids he grew up with were dead, and the man who was like a father to him was too. He felt himself slipping from consciousness fast… he closed his eyes…

Shade fell on him.

Blue eyes appeared. More beautiful than anything he had ever seen.

"Here, drink this." An Angelic voice said.

Am I dreaming? A bowl of water was pressed to his lips. It was so cool, so refreshing… He glanced up at his savior. But in his delusional state he couldn't see her clearly. An angel? Maybe. Or a girl…

No, it had to be an angel. Why would anyone help him?

Then everything went black.