Digital Disciples Chapter 1: Sacrifice from Myths, a digimon fanfic

Digital Disciples
by Scentomon

In the name of Allah, the most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Episode 1: "Sacrifice from Myths"
Started: The 16th of April 2007, Monday - Completed: The 17th of April 2007, Tuesday
Uploaded: The 28th of May 2007, Monday

There is a dream... In My Dream... of a colorful sphere... That'll grant wishes... To travel to a Magical World... A world we only have... A world we only know... A world we only need... Rotating Around Love... When you're alone... You'll never be alone... Because I'm with you... If not physically... Then spiritually and emotionally... There is a dream... In My Dream...

Summary: Its full name is Section 1: Star Trail 01: Digital Disciples. Its motto is 'Journey of Bonds'. It was thought of on 16.4.2007. Four acquaintances are taken to the Digital World, in a unique method, from different locations, yet from the same country, and at the same time. Being in the Digital World, the four friends were once only acquaintances, but for a certain couple, they were to become the closest of the four, while they all become close friends. They decided to name themselves D-Disciples, short for Digital Disciples. They would all know the meaning of sacrifice, and if not for the Digital World, the four friends won't have ever experienced the experiences they were to have in the Digital World. The time in the Digital World and Earth would be equal. The four friends would remain stuck in the Digital World for months, making them missing on Earth. What you can't learn from Earth, you could learn from the Digital World. The friends all are older than any other DigiDestined, or Tamer. New terms, and new Digimon, even those that aren't mine, yet I'll credit them back to their owners at the end of each episode, if any fandom Digimon that aren't mine appear in the episode. I'll say from now, any canon Digimon, or fandom Digimon that aren't mine, I won't describe them. Wizardmon had appeared here along with his daughter, in the second part of episode 5. Foximon and Cunomon appear in the first part of episode 5, and will continue to appear there on afterwards. To check the Digital World's history, and to see if your fandom Digimon made it in the story, read on.

Episode Summary: The journey started for one of the disciples, and was taken to the Digital World, and regroups with the rest of the disciples. The first skirmish occurred, as Otazoidmon sacrificed himself to defeat the first hostile codelimin the D-Disciples face: Musyamon.

The date: the 9th of April 2007, Monday. A 19-year-old had just arrived to his favorite secret location in the whole world, in the teen's opinion only. It was past 2:30 pm, as the teen checked his cellular. Unknown to the teen, that day's date would stick in his mind for his entire life onwards, as it changed his whole life, along with a few others, of whom he knew.

Quietly, the teen jumped down the short stone fence, landing in the field. The teen had long smooth; dark brown hair, reaching his shoulders. His hair was well-combed, with the hair on his forehead being part of the teen's own special style. The teen was wearing medical eyeglasses, as his sight couldn't see too far, because it would turn blurry if he looked far off into some distance without the eyeglasses. The frame holding the lens was black in color.

Around his back, the teen wore a school pack, which had only one shoulder-holder. The teen himself was wearing a dark blue plain cap normally on his head, covering his long hair. He wore jeans that was slightly too long for his height, but it was the style, so the teen didn't mind. The teen had received that pants from a friend of his who was helping him back then. The teen wore black sport shoes, of the Volcano brand.

Its shoelaces were black in color. Around his waist, the teen wore an old then grey jacket of his like a belt. On his left hand was a black leather glove, which was in rags, yet the teen still loved the lone glove. Since he was carrying a school pack behind his back, with most of his important items in it, his black artificial leather jacket was zipped up. The teen seemed to have a lot on his mind.

He walked over to a pit close by, which was located in the field he was, and which was his favorite secret location. The pit wasn't too deep, and wasn't too wide either, but it was a good spot in the teen's mind. Knowing his way down, the teen was careful in climbing down into the pit. Inside the pit, there was a lot of vegetation, with what appeared to be fungus on the dirt walls, and insects of all types all around.

The teen took his pack off and set it down beside him, as the teen sat down, letting his back lean to the dirt wall. The teen spread his legs straight, as he started to gather his thoughts and his mind spaced back to what made him come to this location of his...

... Flashback...

It was a few hours before, and the teen was back in his home, and in the family room to be precise. Ammaar watched as his mother tried to turn on the gas heater. It eventually turned on, but the sound coming from the heater was unusual, and so mistakenly, Ammaar interfered. He went over to the heater, and without even discussing it with his mother, turned it off, before he walked away.

His mother opened the gas canister again, and tried to turn on the heater, but she was unsuccessful...

... End Flashback...

The teen, known as Ammaar Al-Jallad, sighed. He pushed the memory back, as he didn't want to remember the rest. His mind back to the reality and present, and deciding to get more comfortable, Ammaar shifted his position while he took off his black jacket, setting it away from him and his school pack. Ammaar had originally left the home without telling his mom that he was leaving. He also took off his dark blue cap, throwing it over to where his jacket was.

He wanted to clear his thoughts, and seriously think of his future. A few times, Ammaar noticed a stray cat walk near the edge of the pit, passing by it, yet the cat never noticed Ammaar, as Ammaar remained quiet. There was a flat rough rock, where Ammaar's legs were stretched over. Noticing something sparkling near his left leg from the corner of his left eye, Ammaar turned his attention to it.

His eyes widened, as Ammaar recognized the object too well. He was speechless. Carefully, Ammaar moved towards the necklace and picked it up with his gloved hand. Almost just as Ammaar touched the green emerald that the necklace held, which was in the form of a small crescent, pain rushed through his body, and vanished just as quickly. During the pain, Ammaar closed his eyes, but he blinked them open when the pain vanished.

Having a thought of what might happen Ammaar quickly snatched his school pack; jacket, and cap. Just before he was about to retreat his right arm back, Ammaar glanced towards the ground, and noticed that he was floating a few inches above the ground, yet not too high to be out of the pit. He also noticed some spherical green shield around him. Ammaar withdrew his arm, and let go of what his right hand held.

The school pack; jacket, and cap didn't fall to the ground, but rather to the ground of the green large sphere that Ammaar saw himself in. Ammaar took out his cellular from his frontal right pocket pants and saw that it was a little after 3 pm. Knowing the time; Ammaar returned his cellular back into his pocket and closed his eyes, as he curled around himself. He hoped that wherever he was heading to, at least his school pack would remain with him.

The green sphere rose into the air, and out of the pit, yet not too high in the sky for people to notice it. It quickly imploded on itself silently, and the particles from the implosion quickly spread away from each other in the air, before all together vanishing...

"I can't believe he's here with me." A feminine voice remarked.

"He is my sailor Heba..." A childish firm male voice started.

Ammaar felt the wind blow softly to his left, as he heard something landing near him to his left.

"I'm been waiting too long for him to show up." The male voice finished, near Ammaar.

"Still... He's the one I'm in love with and I've never confessed that to anyone... Besides, I have exams next week and I don't need this right now." The feminine voice informed.

"But how are you going to get back?" A childish innocent feminine voice asked.

"Oh Shetamon... I don't believe where I am to begin with, and so how am I supposed to know how to get back, especially when I just got here moments ago?" The feminine voice inquired.

For Ammaar, the feminine voice was too familiar to him. Quietly, he felt his surroundings, and felt that his back was knelt on a tree trunk. Under him was short moist grass. He felt that he wasn't wearing the same clothes anymore.

'Don't tell me I'm in the Digital World, and that Heba's here with me.' Ammaar thought, with his eyes still closed.

'... You're awake! Wow! How long have you been hearing us?' The childish firm male voice asked through telepathy.

'Comet?' Ammaar thought.

'The one and only. By the way, you're in a dark forest in the Digital World, and not only your sweetheart is here, but also mine: Shetamon.' The childish firm male voice replied through telepathy.

Ammaar opened his eyes silently, noticing that he was in a dark, and misty, forest. Otazoidmon was near Ammaar, a little ahead of him, yet staring at him. Further ahead, his sweetheart was staring at him with expressionless eyes, with Shetamon beside her, also staring at Ammaar. It took him a few moments before he realized that his sight was green basically, which made him conclude that he was wearing green shades.

[Otazoidmon was Renamon's height, as he had green eyes with short; smooth brown hair that was slightly spikes. He was human in figure. A dark green coat was over him as a white shirt and white pants, along with green shoes, was below it. He wore green mountain gloves. A green belt was around his waist, as the crest of myths was in dark green on his shirt to the upper right, close to the right shoulder.

[Shetamon was Renamon's height, as she had blue eyes with short; smooth yellow hair, which was slightly spiked. She was human in figure. She was wearing a white shirt and white pants along with blue shoes below it. She wore blue mountain gloves. A blue belt was around her waist, as the crest of mulige was in dark blue on her short to the upper right, close to the right shoulder.

Heba noticed that Ammaar took a few moments to stare at what she was wearing, and a playful grin formed on her lips. Even though Ammaar was wearing green shades, he did see Otazoidmon; Shetamon, and Heba all in green, yet he knew how they really looked like without his green shades.

[Heba was wearing a light blue headscarf, covering her hair completely, as it was apparently made out of snow leopard fur. She was wearing a blue Islamic gown that covered her whole body, along with her curves. She wore blue boots, and blue mountain gloves. Her whole uniform seemed to be of snow leopard fur, yet not the snow leopard's natural color, as the uniform's colors seemed to be artificial dye.

"You should take a look at yourself." Heba smiled brightly.

[Ammaar was wearing a cape that was black as the night, which was made of owl feathers, with green tips at the end of them all. He also wore a green shirt with his owl soul in black, outlined in the center front, with his crest of myths in black small on his shoulders. His belt was green around his waist, as well as his shorts that also had pockets in it. His gloves were black feathered owl gloves. As his shoes were black feathered owl sports shoes.

To his surprise, besides his owl uniform, was the necklace he found back at his favorite secret location, was dangling around his neck. He felt that besides his green shades on his eyes, he had goggles on his head, yet unknown how it looked to him. He felt his pockets, and sighed in relief, knowing that he still had his cellular and his camera. However, he did feel that his camera felt somewhat different from what he usually felt from before.

His camera was in his left shorts pocket, and his cellular was in his right shorts pocket. He felt that he still had some paper in his back pocket pants and was relieved about that. He glanced around him and noticed that his cap and black jacket were gone. He felt something dangling from his cape behind him, and concluded that it was his originally cap, turned into a hood, and that his cape was originally his black jacket.

Ammaar glanced around for his pack, and noticed it on the other side of the tree trunk. He grabbed it with his gloved right hand, and saw how different it was from before. It felt so light like nothing was in it. Fearful, Ammaar opened the pack and put his hand in it, searching for all his items, and eventually feeling that they were all there.

"Does your bag have food in it?" Heba asked.

Ammaar ignored her, and closed the pack, setting it down beside him. He stood up and took out both his cellular and camera to see if they have changed, and if they did how they changed.

"You have a digital camera?" Heba asked, approaching Ammaar.

Ammaar stared quietly at his left hand, which was carrying a black digital camera.

"This was a standard silver camera. I never had a black digital camera." Ammaar replied.

"Hmm... Now you do." Otazoidmon grinned.

'No wonder it felt different when I touched it from the outside. It's just like Tarek's digital camera from summer a few years back, yet I'm sure still different.' Ammaar thought.

Noticing how Ammaar's cellular had changed, Heba's eyes widened and she quickly took her own cellular out of one of her gown's pockets. Ammaar was surprised for a moment, because he didn't know that Heba's gown had pockets.

"My cellular changed to. It isn't like yours, but still similar in design." Heba shrugged.

Ammaar put his digital camera back in his left shorts pocket.

"I'll check into it later." Ammaar decided, muttering.

He stared at his Nokia cellular, and noticed how much it had changed. For one thing, the Nokia name was changed to Satuza. The parts of the cellular that were colored dark blue, were now dark green and the cellular's monitor was something totally different. There was a green sphere in the center of the cellular's monitor, with the crest of myths spinning around in the sphere, against a black background. The parts that were orange were now black.

The locations of the external connections for the cellular hadn't changed, and neither did the connections themselves change. The buttons on the cellular were all black in color, while the shapes on the button were in light green.

"Neat." Ammaar whispered.

"Mine is blue and black, and instead of the brand's name, is the word Meric. Instead of your green sphere, I have a blue sphere with some different weird shape in it. An arched rainbow is above the word meric." Heba explained, staring at her cellular.

Ammaar glanced at Heba's cellular monitor and recognized the 'weird shape'. Moving away, he shrugged.

"It's just your crest of mulige." Ammaar muttered.

"You know about this stuff?" Heba asked, glancing up at Ammaar.

Ammaar nodded, and only then he noticed that a necklace was dangling around her neck. It was just like his own necklace, yet different. The shape was that the necklace held onto was a crescent, but from what Ammaar could tell, the crescent was blue sapphire.

'The Crescents of Myths and Mulige.' Ammaar thought, staring at Heba's necklace.

Heba noticed him staring at her, and she turned away. She shoved her cellular back into her pocket.

"Where did you get your crescent necklace?" Ammaar asked.

Heba sighed, "Take off those ridiculous sunglasses first."

Ammaar chuckled, but did as he was told. He took off his green shades, attaching it on his belt to the left. Heba turned around and stared at Ammaar in the eyes. Instantly, Ammaar noticed that there was nothing wrong with his eyesight, as it seemed that his eyesight had returned to normal, if not better. It mentally surprised him, but just as quickly as it surprised him, Ammaar quickly regained his composure about it, adapting to his normal eyesight again.

"I guess you're curious on how I got here." Heba remarked.

Ammaar nodded, "I am. You tell your story first then I'll tell mine."

"Are you going to be truthful with me?" Heba inquired.

"Haven't you known me any other way?" Ammaar replied back in question.

Heba gave a gentle smile, shaking her head.

"I guess not." She replied, whispering.

Noticing that their sailors were busy chatting with each other, both Otazoidmon and Shetamon remained at their sailor's side, yet shared a glanced, shaking their heads.

'Humans.' Both thought in unison.

"I was in Jordan University when it all happened." Heba paused.

"Maybe we should sit down for this." Ammaar suggested.

"Good idea." Heba agreed, nodding.

With that, Ammaar sat down, crossing his legs together. For a moment Heba hesitated, realizing that sitting down won't be easy for her, not to mention uncomfortable, considering what she was wearing. Noticing her dilemma Ammaar sweat-dropped and quickly stood back up straight on his legs.

"Or maybe we can stay standing." Ammaar shrugged.

"That's better for me." Heba nodded.

"... Well. Let's just say it has deal with the necklace." Upon mentioning her necklace, Heba touched it, looking down at it. "And a weird blue sphere. From what I could tell, nobody noticed what I noticed, and so while I was in the blue sphere I closed my eyes for a few moments, and the next thing I know I'm here, with Shetamon. Of course I didn't know where 'here' was at first, and I didn't know of Shetamon until she explained what was happening to me." Heba explained.

"And you still can't believe that 'here' is the Digital World." Ammaar nodded.

"You heard that?" Heba asked, staring at Ammaar.

"Starting from when you said 'I can't believe he's here with me'." Ammaar grinned.

Heba's face fell, realizing that Ammaar had heard her mentioning that she was in love with him.

"It's no big deal really. I've been expecting it for quite some time now." Ammaar shrugged.

"What about you? How did you get here?" Heba asked, changing the subject.

"Well, you'll need to know from the start and why I was where I was at the time..." Ammaar started.

Ammaar explained what had happened earlier back at his home with his mom and his argument with her; the events that happened after that, which led to Ammaar leaving the house, and heading towards his favorite secret location. Ammaar also mentioned some events that happened while he was on his way towards his spot. Heba listened patiently to everything Ammaar said, understanding it all, and not interrupting Ammaar.

"... After that I closed my eyes, and the next thing I know is that I'm here. You were the first thing I heard." Ammaar smiled, finishing his small tale.

"Your argument with your mom was rather pointless and silly." Heba remarked, folding her arms.

"I know what it was." Ammaar snorted.

"Still, without it, you wouldn't have left the house and came here. Besides if you weren't brought here, I would hate to think what might have happened if you remained in your world." Otazoidmon stated.

"How true." Heba whispered, unfolding her arms.

"... Any idea on all of this?" Heba asked, looking around herself.

"Well, we are in the Digital World, that's a fact. Apparently, things aren't going so swell here, and so we're needed somehow." Ammaar shrugged.

"Why us? Why not some other kids? I mean, we're both 19! Right?" Heba inquired.

Ammaar nodded, "yep, we are both 19, but age has nothing to do with having an adventure in the Digital World."

"How are we going to get back?! I don't want to stay here!" Heba moaned, sitting down, bending her legs towards herself and hugging herself.

"Otazoidmon?" Ammaar asked, turning to Otazoidmon. "Is the time here in the Digital World equal to the time on our Earth?"

"Unfortunately it is. Time is equal for both the Digital World, and this Earth. Which means that one minute here, is one minute on Earth; one day here would be one day on Earth, one..." Otazoidmon explained, and was going to continue on.

'We got it!' Ammaar thought, stopping Otazoidmon.

Otazoidmon winced from Ammaar's thought, and stopped talking.

"That doesn't help at all." Heba sobbed.

Ammaar knelt down to Heba's face.

"We'll have to survive until we get back." Ammaar stated.

"That's it! We might never get back!" Heba exclaimed.

"Hey, with me around we'll get back one home way or another. I'm not giving up hope that easily, if I ever give up hope that is." Ammaar informed.

Heba quieted down, hearing those comforting words from Ammaar, yet she couldn't help feeling troubled and uneasy about the whole situation. She smiled slightly as she realized something.

"At least I'm not alone; you're with me Ammaar." Heba sighed, raising her head.

Ammaar nodded, "let's not forget about our Digimon partners either. If you didn't know, a sailor is a DigiDestined."

Heba chuckled, "I already figured that out; I didn't need to know."

Ammaar backed away, "Hey, I'm just clearing it up verbally."

"Are you always like this?" Heba asked, curious all of a sudden.

Ammaar shook his head, "Honestly, no. I'm much quieter company."

"I like quiet company, especially if that quiet company is with you." Heba smiled...

Ammaar and Heba were both silent for awhile, as their soul-warrior copedam (Digimon partners) stayed quiet by their sailor's (DigiDestined) sides. Heba jumped, remaining her sitting position, yet raised her head up, as the four heard a loud yell, and something rushing towards them. Otazoidmon and Shetamon both tensed, ready for action, while both Ammaar and Heba were alerted.

A human older than both Ammaar and Heba, and also a bit full and muscular, rushed pass them, who was in what appeared to be a long silver leather coat, continued on into the misty dark forest. Ammaar; Heba; Otazoidmon, and Shetamon all watched the figure pass by.

"We aren't alone? Who was that?" Heba asked, standing up onto her feet.

"Maybe a humanoid Digimon." Shetamon suggested.

However, Ammaar had a different idea.

'Patient Leaf?' Ammaar thought.

'Who?' Otazoidmon thought.

'Later.' Ammaar thought.

"Yo! Spencer!" Ammaar yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Who?" Heba asked.

"If he heard me, you'll know soon insha' Allah." Ammaar replied, turning to Heba.

Patiently, Ammaar waited for a few moments, while Heba; Otazoidmon, and Shetamon waited with him. Eventually, they heard cautious noise heading towards them slowly, until the same human appeared out of the mists, yet only his dark figure showed, and not his physical features.

"Ammaar?" The figure asked, approaching closer to the four.

Coming into the light, Ammaar sighed in relief, recognizing his close friend. His friend appeared to be in the early 20s, and had long smooth thick black hair with dark brown eyes. A mustache was growing on his upper lip. Like Ammaar, his close friend's hair reached his shoulder. Heba's eyes lit up also recognizing the person, but both Otazoidmon and Shetamon were confused.

"This is Spencer?" Heba asked.

Once again Ammaar ignored her, even though he didn't want to ignore his sweetheart. It was just that he was curious on how his close friend got there, and that they weren't alone. Ammaar was about to approach the person, but the person raised up his hand in front of him, stopping Ammaar from moving.

"I'll come over." The friend, with his deep firm muscular voice, decided.

As promised, Ammaar's close friend walked even closer to Ammaar and Heba, until he was only a few inches away from Ammaar's face. Heba stood close to Ammaar, yet kept her distance from Ammaar's friend.

"What are you doing here?" Ammaar asked.

"I don't know where I am. What are you doin' here?" Ammaar's friend asked.

"Remember Digimon?" Ammaar asked.

His friend nodded.

"We're in the Digital World now." Ammaar informed.

Ammaar's close friend's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. Ammaar took the quick moment to look at his close friend, whom was named Ahmad Othman.

[Ahmad was wearing a silver long leather coat. He wore a white t-shirt, with his panther soul in silver, outlined in the center front, with his crest of gralen in silver small on his shoulders. He wore blue jeans. He wore white slippers.

Ammaar shook his head when he noticed that Ahmad was wearing slippers, yet Ammaar didn't comment, because he saw Ahmad: a.k.a. Spencer Sherwood, before being outside and wearing slippers. Before Ahmad could reply to what Ammaar revealed to him, the five heard constant screaming from a certain direction.

"Stay away!" An innocent childish male voice yelled.

"What? But I'm your Digimon partner!" Another childish voice whined.

"Digimon aren't real!" The first voice yelled.

"Ahmad." Heba whispered, staring at the direction of the voice.

Ammaar quickly rushed towards the voices, which continued on arguing. He glanced back at the distancing figures behind him.

"Hey! Follow me! Let's stay together!" Ammaar yelled.

Heba's eyes widened, and she quickly went into a run, following Ammaar, with Otazoidmon and Shetamon quickly following behind Heba. Shaking his head a few times, Ahmad took the rear, following the others...

"Hold up Ammaar! I can't run in these clothes!" Heba exclaimed, running after Ammaar.

Hesitantly Ammaar stopped, realizing that his sweetheart did have a point. He waited for Heba; Otazoidmon; Shetamon, and Ahmad to catch up with him, and by that time the voices had already vanished. Ammaar's eyes grew wide, realizing that he left his pack behind. He moaned with slight disappointment in himself.

"Are you O.K.?" Otazoidmon asked.

'If I tell them that I'm upset because I left my pack behind, they might... never mind. Anyway, you know what's bothering me... Another thing bothering me now, is that we're lost, and that Little Moon is here in the Digital World with us.' Ammaar thought.

Silently, Otazoidmon nodded his head, understanding Ammaar. Noticing that Ammaar remained silent towards Otazoidmon's question, both Heba and Ahmad were curious about the answer, yet Shetamon knew well enough that Ammaar did answer Otazoidmon's question through telepathy, even though she didn't know what the exact answer was. Ammaar noticed his friends staring at him, waiting for an answer.

"Everything's sort of fine." Ammaar shrugged.

Answering them, Ammaar glanced around him to come up with a plan. Of course the first plan he came out with was for them to split up, with Ahmad; Heba, and Shetamon heading towards Heba's younger brother, yet without his voice guiding them, Ammaar knew that it was a strong possibility that they might get lost, and to make matters worse, the mist in the dark forest didn't help at all.

For Ammaar's side on the Split Plan: he and Otazoidmon would try to head back to regain his bag, yet he knew that his chances of returning back and finding his pack was as good as Ahmad; Heba, and Shetamon finding Ahmad: Heba's younger brother. For once, Ammaar didn't feel like leaving Heba, especially since they were in a foreign world, and that Ammaar was the best one to figure things out, since he knew the most about Digimon amongst those present.

"Sort of fine?" Heba inquired.

"I'll put it this way: for one thing, we're all lost now; for another, I left my pack behind; and last but not least, is that your brother is here somewhere and is lost just like us. There is the plan of splitting into two groups, but the odds aren't in our favor, since both groups would have a good chance in getting lost from each other, making matters worse, so that isn't an option." Ammaar explained.

Heba raised an eyebrow, "Who would be with who, and who would go where?"

Ammaar sighed, "You; Ahmad, and Shetamon for looking for your younger brother, and me and Otazoidmon for going back to my pack."

Heba nodded, "You're right; that isn't an option."

"So what's the plan now?" Ahmad asked.

"For one thing, what were you running away from?" Ammaar asked.

"Some animal." Ahmad replied.

"Did you have a good look at it?" Ammaar asked.

"Not really." Ahmad shook his head.

Ammaar shook his head slightly, annoyed with the possibility that Ahmad ran away from his own Digimon partner. Now not only was Heba's younger brother and his Digimon partner not with them, but now there were three team members missing, including Heba's younger brother.

"That was probably your Digimon partner you ran away from." Ammaar quietly informed.

"My Digimon partner?" Ahmad asked.

"Ammaar does have a point there, because I'm his Digimon partner." Otazoidmon stated.

"And I'm Heba's Digimon partner." Shetamon added.

Ahmad groaned, "Great!"

"First thing is first: we need to come up with a group name for ourselves, to distinguish ourselves from other Digimon groups." Ammaar decided.

"I'm with you on that, but I already have a feeling you thought of a group name." Heba grinned.

Ahmad remained silent, as he seemed to be confused. Ammaar understood where Ahmad was confused, but decided to ignore it for the moment. Concerning his pack, he decided to leave it in Allah's hands, as he trusted Allah with it, and that one day he would get his bag back with nothing touched in it.

"So what's the name cappy?" Shetamon asked.

"I was thinking of D-Disciples: short for Digital Disciples." Ammaar replied.

Heba smiled, "I like that name."

"Suits us just fine." Shetamon agreed.

"I have no problem with that." Otazoidmon shrugged.

"Whatever." Ahmad muttered.

"For now, we need to look for Ahmad together." Ammaar decided.

"What about your pack?" Heba asked.

"Yeah, was there anything important in it?" Otazoidmon asked.

"What pack?" Ahmad asked.

"I guess I'll just leave it in Allah's hands, and hope that some time I'd get it back somehow with nothing touched in it. Ahmad is way more important than my pack, and yes my pack did have important personal objects of mine." Ammaar replied.

"You don't need to worry about it since it's a dimensional pack, right?" Otazoidmon asked.

"Dimensional Pack?" Heba asked.

"A dimensional pack is any kind of pack: from the normal ones; to school packs; to travel packs, and so in. The only few differences is that a dimensional pack has limitless space in it, even though it might not show that from the outside, and only it's owner can open it and take whatever was in it out of it, and the owner is the only one who can put things in it also." Shetamon explained.

"That pack of mine was a dimensional pack?" Ammaar asked.

"I know a dimensional pack when I see one, as does Shetamon when she sees one. We made up a more creative term for it though, with the new term being 'Sentinel Pack'." Otazoidmon grinned.

Ammaar concluded that if both Shetamon and Otazoidmon were correct about his pack, then he really had nothing to worry about, and all his personal items in it would remain safe in it. Yet Ammaar realized that his pack could still be taken from where it was.

"What was in it?" Heba asked.

"Well... all my personal backup CDs; most of my Photo Albums; two dry green pens; one new unused film; one notebook; one comment-journal, and a cellular charger." Ammaar replied.

"That is a loss." Heba realized.

"No food?" Ahmad asked.

Ammaar sweat-dropped, but noticed that Heba was also curious.

"I wasn't exactly planning to come here, because if I had planned it, or at least knew about it, I would have packed some food with me. No, there isn't any food in it." He replied.

"Great. No food in the first place." Heba muttered, turning her face away.

Realizing that Ahmad was still probably confused about what Ammaar and Heba were talking about, Ammaar quickly explained what happened to him as he did with Heba before, yet he stopped at where he vanished and said that he found himself where he was when he opened his eyes. He also explained the whole group thing in Arabic, since Ahmad's native language was Arabic. He was good at English, but he wasn't fluent in it, so he could easily get lost sometimes.

Ahmad's eyes widened as he finally understood what was happening. He explained to Ammaar and Heba what happened to him in Arabic. He said that the last thing he remembered was going to sleep on his bed in his bedroom, before waking up to see an animal's face, and with his clothes changed. Once he was done, Heba explained her tale to Ahmad in Arabic and how she got there.

Where Ammaar had stopped, Heba continued on and even more. From what Ammaar understood, Heba woke up alone with Shetamon staring at her. It turned out that the two had walked around for a bit before finding him, and that Otazoidmon first appeared to Heba when he did. Ahmad was completely speechless after hearing Heba's full tale, which finished when Ahmad rushed pass them. Heba left nothing out, and that made Ahmad suspicious of something.

"The thing is that we both understand Arabic." Shetamon started, indicating herself and Otazoidmon. "And another thing is that I and Otazoidmon split up once we sensed that you two were near, yet not together."

"I didn't know that." Heba whispered.

Shetamon grinned, "I and Otazoidmon are exactly just like you and Ammaar."

"What? You mean you two are in love with each other?" Heba asked, staring at her Digimon.

"Hey, don't be too surprised; Digimon do feel love and there are Digimon couples, yet we're more sincere than humans." Otazoidmon replied.

"I don't want to hear it." Heba shook her head.

"O.K." Shetamon shrugged.

Ammaar rolled his eyes, as he understood why Heba commented the way she commented. Ahmad wasn't aware of the talk around him, as he was staring at his changed cellular, which was once a Motorola brand, yet now was similar to Heba's, yet different. The only difference was what was on the monitor, and the colors. Ahmad's cellular was colored silver mostly, with some whiteness in it. Ammaar noticed Ahmad staring down at his cellular, so he took a glance at it.

Ammaar noticed the silver sphere in a white background as there was a darker silver shape, which Ammaar recognized to be the crest of gralen.

'The Crest of Gralen.' Ammaar thought, gently nodding his head.

"We need to find my brother." Heba reminded.

Ahmad looked up from his cellular, nodding. Ammaar also looked at Heba, nodding as well.

"O.K. Just for the record, we might get more lost than we are, but everything would be fine just as long as we stay close together and don't lose sight of each other." Ammaar explained.

With that said, Ammaar took the lead once more, yet at a much slower pace than before, with Otazoidmon with Ammaar at Ammaar's left. Heba and Shetamon were behind Ammaar and Otazoidmon, yet side by side, as Shetamon was to Heba's right. Ahmad was last in line, shoving his cellular back in his frontal right jeans pocket...

The five friends have been walking for awhile silently, and eventually the path turned more treacherous as the vegetation became thicker, and the disciples had to be cautious and careful where they stepped. Thankfully at their slow pace, they remained together, not losing each other in anyway. Ammaar made sure of that, as he took glances now and them behind him to make sure that he could still see Heba; Shetamon, and Ahmad.

Each time he took a glance, he was satisfied to always see them within his eyesight, even though there was thick vegetation and mist around them. Ammaar hoped that the direction they were heading in was the right one towards Heba's brother and his Digimon. When he had heard Ahmad's yell, he knew he was in range, but he didn't know how far away. Ammaar came to think from time to time that they might be walking in circles.

But he quickly shrugged it off since it was negative thinking. Heba noticed every time Ammaar glanced back at her; Shetamon, and Ahmad. She remembered back when she had seen Ammaar take quick glances at her from time to time throughout their school years together as classmates.

'What's on your mind?' Otazoidmon thought.

'Nothing much, just wanting to get to Little Moon as soon as we can.' Ammaar thought.

'We're close, don't worry.' Otazoidmon assured in his thoughts.

'What? How do you know? How can you be so sure? I'm worried that we might be walking around in circles.' Ammaar thought.

'We aren't because if we were, I and Shetamon would notice and comment about it. We sense a Digimon close by, and we've been getting closer and closer since we started.' Otazoidmon thought.

'So you and Shetamon sensed this Digimon before the distant yelling was heard, or afterwards?' Ammaar thought.

'Actually, we sensed it after the yelling, and I'll tell you that it was distant.' Otazoidmon thought.

'This is nice: telepathy with you.' Ammaar thought, smiling.

'Yeah. It can be really great when any human achieves it, if any human achieves it. Through telepathy, you're thoughts can be clear with the one you're using telepathy with, not matter the distance or outside inference, because thoughts are thoughts, which don't travel by sound.' Otazoidmon thought.

With that thought, Ammaar wasn't careful where he stepped, and he tripped over an overgrown root. He fell onto his stomach unhurt. Because of that, Otazoidmon and the rest stopped behind Ammaar.

"Are you O.K.?" Heba asked.

Ammaar got up, "I'm fine."

Looking ahead of him, his eyes went wide. Noticing his eyes, Otazoidmon followed his eyesight and his eyes also went wide. Noticing their silence, Heba; Shetamon, and Ahmad looked ahead of them, and Heba gasped at what they all saw. Ahead of them was an open clearing, which was dark and misty like the rest of the forest, yet the tree didn't protect the clearing from the sky, and only surrounded it. It was there that they noticed a young teen.

Ammaar; Heba, and Ahmad quickly and easily recognized the teen. Shetamon and Otazoidmon recognized the Digimon.

"Ahmad." Heba whispered, her eyes wide.

[Ahmad was wearing a grey coat stripped purple and white. He was wearing a purple shirt with his wolf soul in white outlined in the center front, with his crest of facts in white small on his shoulder. He was wearing purple shorts with pockets in it, as a white belt was around his waist. White wolf fur gloves were on his hands covering them; purple sport shoes made of wolf fur were on his feet.

He had light short brown hair, and was several years younger than Ammaar and Heba, being around 14. He was standing behind his Digimon fearfully, as his Digimon was protectively in front of him, acting hostile towards another larger Digimon facing Heba's brother and his Digimon.

"And Terrainmon." Shetamon and Otazoidmon whispered in unison.

[Terrainmon was Gomamon's size and Terrainmon was like him by being quadruple, though Terrainmon was five inches higher, at least. His fur was light purple with a small hill on his back with green fur. The crest of facts was on his throat's skin. He had five claws in the front and back. His tail was plated purple. He was slightly muscular for a mammal. He wore no visor, nor any pads.

"I wonder if out cellular can bring up information on these Digimon." Ammaar whispered.

"They most likely can." Heba whispered.

Ammaar took out his cellular and aimed at Otazoidmon, before he pressed the call button instinctively. A small spinning hologram of Otazoidmon appeared, and a quiet male voice, which sounded close to Ammaar's voice, spoke about Otazoidmon.

"Otazoidmon - Juvenile Humanoid Jerebi - Otazoidmon is Ammaar's Digimon, and is capable of flying. Otazoidmon could easily blend in with humans because not only he looks like a human, but because of his mysterious special past which made him what he currently is - His attacks are: Emerald Lightning; Emerald Bolt; Divine Bolt."

Ammaar expected nothing less from the voice's information about the Digimon. The voice spoke about Otazoidmon, yet no words showed in the hologram. Next, Ammaar was about to aim his cellular at Shetamon, but Heba beat him to it, aiming her own cellular at Shetamon and pressing the call button.

"Shetamon - Juvenile Humanoid Jerebi - Shetamon is Heba's Digimon, and like Otazoidmon, is capable of flying. Also like Otazoidmon, she could easily blend in with humans, even though she didn't have a special past like Otazoidmon. She's sweethearts with Otazoidmon, and has limited fire control - Her attacks are: Rose Flames; Flaming Tornado; Dream Fear; Triple Lightning Claws."

The hologram was similar to Ammaar's own program, yet the voice was close to Heba's voice, speaking about the spinning hologram of Shetamon, which the screen imitated in 3D out of it, a few inches above. The same was with Ammaar's own cellular.

'I'm coming to think that we need to name these cellulars something.' Ammaar thought.

'We'll deal with that later. Check on Terrainmon and... Musyamon.' Otazoidmon thought.

Mentioning Musyamon, Otazoidmon snarled mentally at the Digimon that was facing Terrainmon and Heba's brother. Knowing about her Digimon, Heba shoved her cellular back into her pocket in her gown, while Ammaar aimed his cellular at Terrainmon. The 3D hologram image switched from showing Otazoidmon to showing a 3D hologram image of Terrainmon.

"Terrainmon - Juvenile Mammal Jerebi - Terrainmon is Ahmad Hamdan's Digimon. Like some other juvenile Digimon, Terrainmon has the personality and mentality has a young innocent child, yet when it comes to defending his friends, and especially his DigiDestined, then Terrainmon would do whatever he can to make sure that he can eliminate the threat, or at least make sure that his DigiDestined would be safe - His attacks are: Terrain Blast; Mammal Lightning; Plate Whip."

Next Ammaar aimed his cellular at Musyamon, and like Otazoidmon and Terrainmon before, the 3D hologram image shifted from Terrainmon to Musyamon.

"Musyamon - Maturity Wizard Grasl - Musyamon is a fearsome ninja, with his long blade, which he wields perfectly. Musyamon loves to see fear in his opponent's eyes, and would enjoy a worthy challenge from his opponent. Basically, Musyamon are Digimon that keep alone to themselves, and strive to survive on their own. Like any ninja, Musyamon has and knows the ninja's code of honor - His attacks are: Shogun Sword and Ninja Blade."

"Are you sure you want to challenge me?" Musyamon questioned.

"I'll do anything to protect my DigiDestined from any threat." Terrainmon snarled.

"Any threat you say? Do you really think you can take me on?" Musyamon asked.

"I'll fight you, yet I know that I'll most likely lose." Terrainmon replied.

"Good. Let's begin, shall we?" Musyamon suggested, posing into a defensive pose, holding his sword in defense.

"Let's. Mammal Lightning!" Terrainmon yelled.

The purple aura of facts formed around Terrainmon, as he formed the attack. He pointed his plated tail at Musyamon and fired purple laser beams him. Like any ninja, Musyamon swiftly avoided Terrainmon's attack, and went into the offensive, rushing at Terrainmon. The aura faded away as Terrainmon finished the attack. Noticing Musyamon charging at him, Terrainmon was ready for him.

Terrainmon only wanted to provoke Musyamon, because he knew that Musyamon could easily avoid his Mammal Lightning technique. Yet by Musyamon avoiding it and charging at Terrainmon, Musyamon fell into the trap Terrainmon had in mind for him.

"Take this you ninja! Terrain Blast!" Terrainmon yelled.

The small hill on Terrainmon glowed light purple, while it gathered energy particles. Terrainmon lowered his head as he released the energy. The energy was launched at the Musyamon. Taking him totally by surprise, Musyamon was blasted away from Terrainmon and his human, forcing Musyamon out of his charge. Musyamon landed a few yards ahead of Terrainmon on his back.

Terrainmon wasn't sure if Musyamon was harmed or not, yet his plan was a success, even though he knew it would work only once, because he knew Musyamon won't fall into the same trip more than that. Thankfully enough, because Musyamon was more experienced and a level higher than Terrainmon, he wasn't deleted by the blast. Yet, he fell into temporary unconsciousness.

Taking the chance of Musyamon being temporarily out, Heba was the first to rush out into the clearing towards her younger brother, followed closely by Shetamon; Otazoidmon; Ammaar, and Ahmad. Reaching her young brother, Heba stopped, with Ammaar stopping beside her to her right, and Ahmad stopping beside her to her left. Otazoidmon and Shetamon quickly joined Terrainmon, as they remained alert towards Musyamon, staying close to each other.

"Ahmad!" Heba exclaimed, reaching her younger brother.

Ahmad noticed Heba, and his eyes widened in surprise, but upon noticing Ammaar, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. With Spencer though, Ahmad stared curiously at him. (I'm going to name Ahmad Othman starting from now to Spencer Sherwood, so there won't be any confusion, or anymore confusion between the older Ahmad, and the younger Ahmad).

Ammaar noticed Ahmad's glare at him, and he understood why.

"How did you get here Heba?" Ahmad asked, turning back to his older sister.

"It's a long story, which we'll explain later. We'll need to deal with Musyamon first." Heba replied.

"I would like to know what he's doing here and with you." Ahmad nodded at Ammaar, glaring at him.

Heba sighed, "We aren't on Earth anymore Ahmad. Believe or not, but we're in the Digital World now, and we'll come up upon more Digimon than we already have. Mom isn't around to tell you things. For the time being, we're the only four humans here, and until we get back, you better... Ah... I don't want to tell you what to do, because I don't have authority over you."

"Ah, yes you do. You're older than me, and that makes you my guardian while we're here." Ahmad reminded.

"Just be nice with Ammaar." Heba requested.

"... I guess I can get back to doing that." Ahmad shrugged.

"Good to hear." Heba smiled.

Ammaar decided to keep his distance from Heba's younger brother, even though Ammaar considered him to be a younger brother of his. Knowing himself, Ammaar knew he could hide his cautiousness with Ahmad, and yet act normal and himself. A soft moan was heard coming from Musyamon, and the disciples quickly turned their heads towards Musyamon. Slowly, all the disciples watched as Musyamon stood up and his feet, still holding his sword.

Terrainmon expected that Musyamon would be enraged by how he fell into the trap, but Musyamon was rather smiling at him.

"Not a bad trap. That was a good smart move from your side young one." Musyamon stated, noticing the increased number, yet wasn't unnerved by their presence.

"He isn't alone this time." Otazoidmon declared.

"That's what I see." Musyamon agreed.

"We'll fight you together." Shetamon announced.

"You three are most welcome to try." Musyamon remarked calmly.

Shetamon; Otazoidmon, and Terrainmon noticed a familiar Digimon hiding behind some trees behind Musyamon, and they knew Musyamon didn't know about him yet. Deciding to help the hiding Digimon make his appearance and take Musyamon by surprise, the three Digimon charged at Musyamon in unison. Terrainmon galloped towards him, while Otazoidmon and Shetamon rushed towards him.

"It's good to see you two again." Terrainmon whispered.

"Later." Shetamon informed.

"I thought both Otazoidmon and Shetamon could fly." Heba remarked.

"They can, but what strategy they're using now is best." Ammaar explained.

"Strategy? Digimon know about strategy?" Ahmad asked.

"How would they not? They do have to survive, don't they?" Ammaar replied with a question.

Spencer just watched silently what the Digimon were doing, and he was listening to Ammaar; Heba, and Ahmad when they talked. He tried to pick up words he understood, and through what word he understood, he tried to understand what they were talking about. He felt rejected because his Digimon wasn't with him.

'Here we go.' Otazoidmon thought.

'Our first battle with our humans around. We'll need to survive this, yet do our best.' Shetamon thought.

'This has to work.' Terrainmon thought.

Otazoidmon was the first to reach Musyamon, and Musyamon went for a diagonal slash at Otazoidmon with his sword, yet Otazoidmon skillfully avoided it, opening a chance for an attack against Musyamon, and Terrainmon was the one to take it.

"Plate Whip!" He yelled.

Terrainmon spun around himself quickly, as he brought his tail around, hitting Musyamon with it really hard. Musyamon was sent flying and spinning in the air, landing a few yards away from the three Digimon partners. Musyamon groaned, as he got onto his feet once more.

"Check this out. I'm on fire! Rose Flames!" Shetamon yelled.

Shetamon's gloved hands glowed purple, as her eyes turned completely blue. She slashed her arms forward and opened, as pink flames burst through the ground heading toward Musyamon. Musyamon's eyes widened, and he quickly flipped sideways, avoiding Shetamon's attack. Otazoidmon chuckled at Shetamon's playful pun.

"Time for a stun. Emerald Lightning!" Otazoidmon yelled.

Otazoidmon pounced into the air as flowing electricity formed in his coat. He released green miniature bolts after each other, and it was hard for Musyamon to avoid them all. He avoided some, yet others did zap him, stunning Musyamon momentarily as he knelt down, holding onto his face, with his head lowered. His technique completed, Otazoidmon floated down unharmed onto the ground. He nodded towards the trees, and Musyamon was just starting to get back up onto his feet.

"Acidic Beams!" A young male animalistic voice yelled.

Spencer gasped as he recognized the voice, and Ammaar instantly knew who the Digimon was, and from how Spencer reacted, realized that it was the same Digimon that Spencer ran away from, which concluded that the mysterious Digimon was Spencer's Digimon partner. Two silver arrows zoomed out of the trees, and into the clearing, heading straight for Musyamon. He was blasted onto his back, as the mysterious Digimon ran out into the clearing, yet remained close to the trees.

"That's him!" Spencer exclaimed, pointing at the familiar Digimon.

[The familiar Digimon was a quadruple with a silver snout. He had four rear claws in each leg and five front claws in the front legs. His body was like a cat's. He's very flexible with wings on his torso. The wing was dark grey in a shape of the five edged star, which splits into two for the Digimon to fly. His eyes were dark green with light brownish skin, like a lion's. He was totally covered with fur except for his face; torso, and snout. The color of the fur was silver; strange but nice; it was like silver hair. His tail was white with silver plates on it.

"You can check him with you cellular Spencer." Ammaar smiled.

Spencer blinked at Ammaar, but quickly understanding, he took out his cellular and aimed it at the familiar Digimon. A 3D hologram image of the familiar Digimon was imitated from the cellular's monitor outside, and the voice was close to Spencer's.

"Greemon - Juvenile Mammal Jerebi - Greemon is Spencer's: pre-Ahmad Othman, Digimon. His name was short for Green Monster. He's a very friendly Digimon, and his solo attack comes out from his torso - His attack is: Acidic Beam/Acidic Beams."

Musyamon flipped quickly back up onto his feet.

"I'm not out yet. Time for my own offensive. Shogun Sword!" Musyamon yelled.

The attack was so swift that he sent Shetamon screaming backwards through the air. Musyamon turned to Otazoidmon, who was ready for Musyamon. He had seen Musyamon's attacks before, and knew how to deal with them.

"As for you... Ninja Blade!" Musyamon yelled.

To his surprise, Otazoidmon skillfully avoided it. Terrainmon took the chance, and went behind Musyamon.

"Terrain Blast!" Terrainmon yelled.

Otazoidmon hastily flipped to his left, as the attack blasted into Musyamon's back, sending him flying face first into the ground. Otazoidmon flew over to Shetamon, to check up on her, while Greemon joined Terrainmon. Heba stared at Otazoidmon and Shetamon in worry. Eventually Otazoidmon glanced up and nodded his head, confirming that Shetamon would be fine, and that she would survive such an attack.

"That attack made me less pretty." Shetamon muttered, her head in Otazoidmon's hands.

Otazoidmon smiled, "I love you anyway."

"Thanks." Shetamon giggled.

"No sweat." Otazoidmon nodded.

"All that pounding and he isn't defeated?" Ahmad questioned.

"Hey, he is a ninja and is a level our than our own Digimon." Ammaar reminded.

"Still, our Digimon should be able to overpower him easily together." Ahmad insisted.

"True." Ammaar whispered.

"I wonder what would happen if their attacks hit us. I mean would it affect us like it would with our Digimon?" Heba asked.

"We're most vulnerable and sensitive to Digimon attacks because we're humans, so any Digimon attack would affect us much worse than it would with any other Digimon." Ammaar explained.

"What about temperature and smell?" Ahmad asked.

Ammaar paled, "I don't want to even think about such Digimon or such attacks that certain Digimon are capable of."

"We're real here, and the Digimon are real, so everything that happens to us here would be real." Spencer stated.

"I'm still working on that possibility, but it's most likely true." Ammaar agreed.

"What do you say we combine our attacks?" Terrainmon asked, whispering.

"I'm fine with it." Greemon replied, also whispering.

"I'll have to handle Musyamon before Terrainmon and Greemon, to defeat him once and for all. You won't be seeing me in awhile, but I'll come back." Otazoidmon whispered.

"What? You aren't doing what I think you're doing, are you?" Shetamon asked, whispering.

Otazoidmon nodded, as he gently put her head down and stood up. He moved away from Shetamon, and faced the fallen Musyamon.

'Insha' Allah this will work.' Otazoidmon thought.

"Here goes nothing. Divine Bolt!" Otazoidmon yelled.

"No!" Ammaar yelled, knowing what was going to happen.

A pillar of emerald light crashed into the fallen Musyamon, making a shockwave. Shetamon closed her eyes, as she bent her head away from the shockwave, while Terrainmon and Greemon braced themselves by digging their claws into the soil. Ammaar quickly whipped his cape his face and embraced himself for the shockwave, while Ahmad; Heba, and Spencer took shelter behind Ammaar from the shockwave.

Ammaar held his position, while others kept their footing as the shockwave passed through them, before vanishing. Ammaar knew that his fellow friends took shelter behind him, and he was fearful of what he might see, as he slowly lowered his cape back into its original state behind his back. Where Musyamon once was, was a shallow wide crater, with Musyamon no where in sight, and with not data around in the air either.

Greemon and Terrainmon were fine, as was Shetamon, who was struggling to stand up. Noticing her Digimon's plight, Heba rushed over to Shetamon, helping her up. Ammaar closed his eyes noticing what was in Otazoidmon's place. It was a digi-egg completely green, with the outline of the crest of myths at the center front in gold. Slowly, Ammaar walked over towards the digi-egg, while Ahmad and Spencer went over towards their own Digimon.

Heba; Ahmad, and Spencer watched Ammaar approach his digi-egg, along with their Digimon. Reaching his digi-egg, Ammaar knelt down quietly in front of it and rubbed the narrow tip gently. Without anybody noticing it, a tear trickled down Ammaar's right eye softly and gently...

To be continued...

Fandom Digimon of mine:

1. Otazoidmon - 2. Shetamon - 3. Terrainmon

Author's Notes: Well, how was it? The whole dimensional pack idea was inspired and is originally someone else's idea, so it basically isn't mine. It was pretty long for the beginning of the story wasn't it? That's good. I just ask Allah that the rest of the episodes are just as long. Well, until the next episode, read and review. Remia!