The Mage Brothers. (Magusmon, Wizardmon, Sorcerymon.)

Magusmon stood at the edge of the balcony, looking out at the full moon whose glow had engulfed most of Darkwing Keep. He folded his arms and closed his eyes, contemplating the vision that he had seen in his dreams a few hours ago.

A knock at his door brought him from his thoughts and he slightly turned his head, quietly whispering the word "Enter," before turning his sights back to the full moon.

Slowly, the door to his quarters creaked open and another digimon slowly entered. Magusmon didn't even turn to face him, for he knew the dull plodding of that old staff and the rasping of that raggedy cloak from anywhere.

"It's been a long time, my brother," Magusmon said quietly as he turned to face Wizardmon, his twin brother. "I see some things never change."

Wizardmon stood before his brother, a physical reflection of himself, yet easily discernible from him. Wizardmon wore raggedy yellow clothing with numerous tears and magical gaping maws across his legs and an obviously worn blue cloak. Magusmon, on the other hand, wore a nicely threaded deep blue clothing about his body, sporting only perfections in the fabric and whore a silk red cape at his back.

"Old habits die hard," Wizardmon laughed, taking in his brother's exotic surroundings. "I'll never be able to understand your need for such trivial things."

"And I'll never understand why you insist upon walking around the digital world looking like THAT," Magusmon approached his brother. "Now, for the big question." The two wizards locked eyes, as if knowing what was on the other's mind. "What are you doing here. And better yet: How did you get here?"

"You should get better guards," Wizardmon chuckled. "Those two drunken Soulmon aren't doing you much good at the gate."

Magusmon sighed. "Those two idiots. Myotismon would have their hats if he ever found out." Magusmon once again locked eyes with his brother. "But you didn't answer my first question: Why are you here?"

Wizardmon shrugged. "I can't make an impromptu visit to my twin brother?"

Magusmon spat. "You and I both know that you, of all people, don't worry about trivial pursuits of that nature. The only reason that you would ever visit would either be if I was on my deathbed, or the visit would in some way benefit you personally."

Wizardmon laughed and closed his eyes. "I see you do know me very well. Okay then, Magusmon, here it goes. A few nights ago I had a dream. A dream involving your leader Myotismon."

Magusmon raised a brow. "Really? What kind of-." "You've had the same dream, haven't you?"

Magusmon eyed his brother, realizing he had to choose his words carefully. Wizardmon wasn't a digimon to interrupt another while they were talking, and that in itself meant that his brother was tense and on the edge.

"I've had a dream, yes."

"Did the dream involve a cat digimon named…Gatomon?"

Magusmon narrowed his eyes. "Wizardmon, you're pointing your staff in places they ought not be pointed. I suggest you leave and never return to this place."

"On the contrary, Magusmon. Gatomon is a friend of mine, and in my dreams, I saw her fall at the hands of your leader. And that, my brother, is not something that I can allow to happen."

Magusmon's eyes widened. "That's not what I-." He stopped, realizing he'd said too much.

"What did YOU see?" Wizardmon walked toward him. "I need to know."

Magusmon's eye quivered, glancing to the far corner where his staff stood. Cursing, he stepped back and Wizardmon continued his advance.

"You can't expect me to tell you that information, my brother. It would jeopardize everything I have worked toward." "And yet if I don't know what it is you have seen, it may very well be the end a digimon I have loved and cared for. And as I said before, that is something I cannot allow to -."

Magusmon tackled his brother to the ground, surprising and stunning Wizardmon as they both went tumbling. Magusmon immediately jumped to his feet and dashed for his staff grabbing hold of it only moments before a Thuderball sizzled into his back and dropped him to the ground. Wizardmon stood over him as he turned, his staff pointed directly in Magusmon's face.

"You wouldn't dare," Magusmon whispered, staring at Wizardmon's staff. "We promised our mother, Wizardmon. We…promised that despite our type differences, that we would never-."

"I'm not going to destroy you, brother…If you give me what I want." "I CAN'T do that Wizardmon! You cannot expect me-."

Wizardmon reached out and grasped hold of his brother's hat, speaking an incantation. Magusmon fell into a trance, his mind opening up to Wizardmon's.

"…I am the Prince of Darkness…"

"Your tyranny ends here, Myotismon…Your evil has…"

"…I do not answer to the likes of you…"

"Now…Celestial Arrow!"

"It will take more than that…I can't…defeated by the likes of…"

Wizardmon stumbled back, repulsed by Magusmon's counter spell. Righting himself, he immediately prepared his Thunderball attack and fired, his spell colliding with Magusmon's Fire Wave. The ball forced its way through Magusmon's Firewave, smashing into Magusmon and paralyzing him, while the remaining Firewave engulfed Wizardmon's body. Fighting through the flames, Wizardmon rose, his cloak charred beyond recognition and his clothing singed. He walked toward his brother, hardly able to stay on his feet.

"You saw a premonition of your master's fall. But I saw a premonition of my friend Gatomon's destruction. This can only mean one thing: If you tell Myotismon what it is you have seen, then he will come after my friend and destroy her. But if he doesn't find out…from you…then my friend Gatomon will be safe."

The electricity cackled through Magusmon's body, but he still managed to crack a smile. "It doesn't matter, Wizardmon. I am a faithful and loyal servant of the lord Myotismon, and relayed everything I saw to him the moment I awoke. Though I have yet to completely decipher the message, Myotismon can find only one meaning to it: He must destroy this digimon, your Gatomon, before she digivolves to Angewomon." Wizardmon was silent as his brother spoke those words, his eyes staring out at the night sky of the Digital World. Sighing after a long moment, he looked at this brother, who was slowly beginning to overcome the paralysis, and shook his head. "I had planned to return within the month. I promised her I would return soon…but it seems that fate has conspired against that promise. But I will see to it that she remains safe. That is one promise I will NOT break."

Wizardmon raised his staff, his eyes fixing upon Magusmon. "I am sorry to do this, my brother, but as I have said before, I cannot allow your master to harm Gatomon. She is the world to me…more important than anything the Digital World could ever offer." Wizardmon raised his staff, beginning to speak an incantation. Dust from around the room began to rise from the ground, and even more began to enter Magusmon's quarters through the window. The ball of dust began to amass above Wizardmon's head, slowly forming into a dense mass.

Magusmon, realizing what Wizardmon was about to do, doubled his efforts in breaking the paralyzing effects of the Wizardmon's Thunderball. Before long, he had broken the effects of paralysis and fell forward, the momentum throwing him to his knees. But as he looked up, all he could do was say "Dammit," as the ball of dust rushed toward him, engulfed his body, and locked him in place.

Sighing, Wizardmon fell back against the wall, sinking to the ground as his wounds began to overcome him.

"It seems I've overdone it today," he said to himself, barely able to keep himself awake. "I've risked much coming here tonight…but hopefully, with a little of my wizard's luck, I'll make a difference." He once again looked at the moon, closing his eyes. "Sleep tight, my dear Gatomon…I won't be there to watch you fall asleep tonight."

Sorcerymon opened his eyes from his deep meditation. Calling his staff to him, he stood from his mediation square and began to walk through the halls of the Crystal Palace. Upon finally reaching his destination, the Center Garden, he took to knee in the center of the garden and removed his hat.

"My Lord Magnus of the Holy Trinity, I have dreamt the dream that we have been waiting for."

From above, a great eight winged angel descended from the sky above, touching down before Sorcermon. He stood up straight, looking down at his friend and teacher with a slight smile on his face.

"Sorcermon, how many times must I tell you? You need not bow before me: You and I are friends. And more than anything, you are my teacher."

Sorcermon stood to his feet, still holding a hand over his chest. "You must continue to tell me, Lord Magnus, for despite what you believe and what may very well be true, I am still your servant, forever and always."

Sighing, MagnaAngemon put his hand to his helmet. "As you wish. Now, what were you saying? I didn't hear your exact words."

Sorcermon's eye twitched. "I have found her, Magnus. The third piece to the Holy Trinity."

At those words, Magnus went rigid. "You speak truth?"

Sorcermon nodded slowly.

"Where is she, how can she be found?"

"My instincts tells me that she lies to the far east, nowhere here on the Continent of Directory. She lives beyond its shores."

Magnus put his hand to his chin.

"My Lord, we must act."

"If you have seen her, then most likely our enemies know of her as well. We will have to muster a force and retrieve-."

"My Lord Magnus, a mission of this magnitude requires subtlety, cunning, and skill, all of which are traits that I command. Allow me to go after her…alone. I will retrieve her and bring her here. Our enemies will never suspect."

Magus turned away, weighing his options.

"Trust me, my Lord Magnus. The enemy will never be able to pinpoint her exact location. I happen to know their greatest tracker…personally. And even if he were to pinpoint her EXACT location, which not even I have managed to do, Myotismon would most likely send an entire regiment after her. Which takes time. And by then, I will have already found and spirited her off to safety."

"You think Myotismon will attempt to step into this conflict?"

Sorcermon shrugged. "Call it a hunch, but I believe he has something at stake in this. Sorcerer's intuition."

Magnus smirked and once again turned away.

"Very well, Sorcermon. Depart at once and find the last of the Trinity before our enemies do. And see to it that you keep her…and yourself…safe."

Though unseen by all, Sorcermon cracked a smile. "Now Magnus: When have you ever known ME not to play it safely?" Magnus looked over his shoulder. "I can think of a few instances. One of which led me to digivolve to my current state in order to save you."

"…I vaguely remember that."

"You would, you were on the verge of dying half the-."

"I'll return within the month, my friend. In the meantime, see to it that you don't manage to let the palace fall out of the sky while I'm gone."

And before Magnus could counter, Sorcermon spoke the incantation and twirled his staff, disappearing from the Center Garden.

Finally left to himself, Magnus turned his sights to the blue sky above him. "I pray that this union of the three Celestial beings turns the tides in this battle. For if it does not…then the palace my indeed fall before he returns."