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Wind-Part I
High above the clouds of the Digital World, a small island floats, suspended in the sky. The vegetation was once rich, lush and abundant.
But now, all the trees are bent as though a giant combed them. Not a single, solitary tree is bent toward the center of the once luxurious island-on the contrary, they all point toward the cliff edges of it.
As with the trees, the grass points away from the center of the island.
Though the island itself is quite out-of-the-ordinary, the being that occupies the center of it is extraordinary.
This being goes by the name of Wind. Her very long black hair dances gently about as though wafted by an invisible breeze, always covering at least half of her face. Her deep brown eyes burn with a determination from inside, deeper than the deepest well.
She wears a long dress which, like her hair, is always flowing gently as though in a light gust of wind. Ribbons that wind around her arms are always flapping in the unseen wind.
Water, Fire, Earth-they were all mindless fools, Wind thought. It shall be I that rules both worlds. I am superior to them in all ways and so deserve to rule.
She smiled a cold smile. Instead of her eyes lighting up along with the smile, they remained cold and uncaring.
Water, the youngest-so brash and foolhardy. Fire-I should have known she would be too arrogant. Earth... Now, she was smarter than Fire, I'll give her credit for that, even if she was younger. But why she didn't destroy them all herself when they were defenseless is beyond me. I, the oldest, shall prevail, she pondered.
The heartless smile widened as she removed a tiny box from the folds of her dress. It was made of a type of wood that was so dark brown it was nearly black. Ancient carvings would around all the sides of the box and she turned it around in her hands slowly, examining it as though for the first time.
But no, this was not her fist time seeing this box. Hundreds of times she had unleashed its power, but this time her victim was more than she had ever hoped for: one of the Digidestined.
She quietly laughed, thinking of humans with their guns and bombs. This simple yet complex box had more power than all of their weapons combined.
Slowly, she opened it. Inside, there were...three hairs from the head of one of the Digidestined.
Such an easy concept, really, Wind thought. The box alone can do no harm and the hair alone can do no harm, but together they form a living hell for the one who the hair belongs to.
Wind looked back down to the hairs in the box and quietly murmured: "your soul belongs to me now, you fool" before snapping the lid back onto the box and laughing aloud, a sound that would send chills down a person's back...
~*~
Walking, walking, walking... Matt was walking through the forest, not knowing exactly why he was doing so. He had no idea where he was going; all he knew was that some unseen force was guiding him onward and he couldn't resist, even if he wanted to.
Vaguely, he wondered where he was going and why he was walking, but the next instant the thoughts were out gone from his mind, forgotten with a calm indifference.
Thoughts would form in Matt's mind, but they were fragmented, confused, broken. Bits of memories would play through his consciousness, then the next moment he would be worried about his friends, then he would think of why he was moving... But the thoughts only stayed in his mind for a moment before leaving him.
A light wind was blowing around him, beckoning to him, it seemed. His eyes remained clouded, void of all emotions.
Sadness, happiness-neither existed for Matt. It was as though somebody had flipped a switch in his brain and his emotions had just turned off.
The wind picked up, whipping around him, but still he pressed on. Then there was a particularly strong blast of wind and he was sent flying through the air. But instead of falling back to the ground, he continued to float upwards.
For a brief second, he wondered why he was floating, but then the thought was gone. It had almost been fear he had been feeling, but fear is an emotion and emotions did not exist for him.
A circular island came into view and he was suddenly deposited right in the center of it.
A gentle voice rang to him: "so you are here at last."
Something about the voice... It was familiar... He was sure he'd heard it before. Slowly, he looked toward the place the voice had come from.
It was Wind. For some reason, he was not afraid of her.
"Come here, my servant," Wind whispered.
Matt stepped forward, his legs moving without his consent.
"To whom is your allegiance to?"
In a muted, emotionless voice, Matt automatically replied: "you."
Wind smiled her ghastly smile and quietly stated: "excellent." In her hands she held the box containing the three strands of Matt's hair, tracing her thin fingers over the carvings gently.
Matt shuddered, feeling as though a penetrating cold was seeping into him, biting at his very bones. No thoughts of escape ran through his mind.
"I think this shall do nicely," Wind smiled, still tracing over the carvings.
No other thoughts were in Matt's mind now except to obey Wind's commands. He stared straight ahead with his soulless eyes.
Wind's smile broadened as she thought of everything the children would do...
First they will notice their friend is missing and search for him. When the time is ripe, I shall bring them before me. And let us not forget about their Digimon friends... I shan't have them getting in the way. They will never be found on nor will they ever escape from this island...
Wind-Part I
High above the clouds of the Digital World, a small island floats, suspended in the sky. The vegetation was once rich, lush and abundant.
But now, all the trees are bent as though a giant combed them. Not a single, solitary tree is bent toward the center of the once luxurious island-on the contrary, they all point toward the cliff edges of it.
As with the trees, the grass points away from the center of the island.
Though the island itself is quite out-of-the-ordinary, the being that occupies the center of it is extraordinary.
This being goes by the name of Wind. Her very long black hair dances gently about as though wafted by an invisible breeze, always covering at least half of her face. Her deep brown eyes burn with a determination from inside, deeper than the deepest well.
She wears a long dress which, like her hair, is always flowing gently as though in a light gust of wind. Ribbons that wind around her arms are always flapping in the unseen wind.
Water, Fire, Earth-they were all mindless fools, Wind thought. It shall be I that rules both worlds. I am superior to them in all ways and so deserve to rule.
She smiled a cold smile. Instead of her eyes lighting up along with the smile, they remained cold and uncaring.
Water, the youngest-so brash and foolhardy. Fire-I should have known she would be too arrogant. Earth... Now, she was smarter than Fire, I'll give her credit for that, even if she was younger. But why she didn't destroy them all herself when they were defenseless is beyond me. I, the oldest, shall prevail, she pondered.
The heartless smile widened as she removed a tiny box from the folds of her dress. It was made of a type of wood that was so dark brown it was nearly black. Ancient carvings would around all the sides of the box and she turned it around in her hands slowly, examining it as though for the first time.
But no, this was not her fist time seeing this box. Hundreds of times she had unleashed its power, but this time her victim was more than she had ever hoped for: one of the Digidestined.
She quietly laughed, thinking of humans with their guns and bombs. This simple yet complex box had more power than all of their weapons combined.
Slowly, she opened it. Inside, there were...three hairs from the head of one of the Digidestined.
Such an easy concept, really, Wind thought. The box alone can do no harm and the hair alone can do no harm, but together they form a living hell for the one who the hair belongs to.
Wind looked back down to the hairs in the box and quietly murmured: "your soul belongs to me now, you fool" before snapping the lid back onto the box and laughing aloud, a sound that would send chills down a person's back...
~*~
Walking, walking, walking... Matt was walking through the forest, not knowing exactly why he was doing so. He had no idea where he was going; all he knew was that some unseen force was guiding him onward and he couldn't resist, even if he wanted to.
Vaguely, he wondered where he was going and why he was walking, but the next instant the thoughts were out gone from his mind, forgotten with a calm indifference.
Thoughts would form in Matt's mind, but they were fragmented, confused, broken. Bits of memories would play through his consciousness, then the next moment he would be worried about his friends, then he would think of why he was moving... But the thoughts only stayed in his mind for a moment before leaving him.
A light wind was blowing around him, beckoning to him, it seemed. His eyes remained clouded, void of all emotions.
Sadness, happiness-neither existed for Matt. It was as though somebody had flipped a switch in his brain and his emotions had just turned off.
The wind picked up, whipping around him, but still he pressed on. Then there was a particularly strong blast of wind and he was sent flying through the air. But instead of falling back to the ground, he continued to float upwards.
For a brief second, he wondered why he was floating, but then the thought was gone. It had almost been fear he had been feeling, but fear is an emotion and emotions did not exist for him.
A circular island came into view and he was suddenly deposited right in the center of it.
A gentle voice rang to him: "so you are here at last."
Something about the voice... It was familiar... He was sure he'd heard it before. Slowly, he looked toward the place the voice had come from.
It was Wind. For some reason, he was not afraid of her.
"Come here, my servant," Wind whispered.
Matt stepped forward, his legs moving without his consent.
"To whom is your allegiance to?"
In a muted, emotionless voice, Matt automatically replied: "you."
Wind smiled her ghastly smile and quietly stated: "excellent." In her hands she held the box containing the three strands of Matt's hair, tracing her thin fingers over the carvings gently.
Matt shuddered, feeling as though a penetrating cold was seeping into him, biting at his very bones. No thoughts of escape ran through his mind.
"I think this shall do nicely," Wind smiled, still tracing over the carvings.
No other thoughts were in Matt's mind now except to obey Wind's commands. He stared straight ahead with his soulless eyes.
Wind's smile broadened as she thought of everything the children would do...
First they will notice their friend is missing and search for him. When the time is ripe, I shall bring them before me. And let us not forget about their Digimon friends... I shan't have them getting in the way. They will never be found on nor will they ever escape from this island...