Digimon: Down Under
Prologue
Deep in the void that lies between the two worlds is a place that is shrouded in thousands of years of myth, legend, and mystery. This place is called the Hall of Destiny. For centuries, the being who resides in this hall, the one who watches over both worlds, has done nothing. Long ago She swore not to interfere with the lives of humans and, more recently, digimon. For over two thousand years the woman named the Forger of Destiny has lay silent and allowed the occupants of the Real and Digital Worlds to play out their own lives. But now activity rings in the Hall of Destiny once again. For She believes the Digital World faces a great enough peril for Her to break the oath she took.
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The Forger gingerly placed the tiny purple amethyst in the very centre of the double twisted figure of eight. She placed her right hand over the two objects and muttered something in a language long dead. There was a flash of light, and the precious stone and silver medallion were fused perfectly together.
"Finished," She whispered to herself. She took the four completed Crests and placed them side by side on a golden pedestal. The four Crests vanished after a wave of her hand.
"The children have been chosen." She turned as She heard footsteps behind her. A lone figure marched up to her, then knelt.
"My lady," said the figure.
"I am surprised to see you here, Magnangemon."
"My lady, I bring terrible news. The Creature has escaped." At this news the Forger looked sharply to her trusted servant searching for any sign of jest. But Magnangemon continued, "I have failed you, my lady." The Forger of Destiny just sighed and looked to the pedestal where the powerful medallions had lain just minutes before.
"Then it is lucky that I chose to interfere when I did," she said simply. Magnangemon seemed shocked by her response.
"But my lady," the angel stammered, "they are but children, they cannot possibly stand up to power of that magnitude."
"They will learn in time, the full extent of their own power."
But the angel was not satisfied.
"I must protest, my lady. They are too young; they could die against this Creature!"
"All Humans die!" exclaimed the Forger, angered by her friend's rebellion. But she then turned away and added in a calmer voice, "I have placed the path in front of them. They may choose to walk that path or they may choose not to, but I cannot walk their path for them. I'm sorry, my friend, and I appreciate your concern for the children, but I can do no more."
Magnangemon nodded his head in understanding.
"Very well. I know you see their future, do they succeed?"
"That is not for you to know."
A small light of anger flickered into the angel's expression.
"You have grown foolish in your old ways, do you know that?" he said. The Forger turned to face him once more, and stared deep into his face.
"What?" She demanded. Magnangemon's expression was that of mockery.
"You believe yourself to be powerful, yet you are blinded by your power," the angel's otherwise pleasant smile twisted into an evil grin. The Forger just stared, dumbstruck. The angel went on, "I am greatly surprised that you could not even see me." He extended his glowing sword and lunged. The Forger reached for Her own blade but was too slow. She gasped as She felt the tip of Excalibur slice into Her body and continued its journey through her back. Magnangemon pulled Her close to his snarling face. He forced Her to watch as his helmet melted away revealing two white, lifeless eyes. Purely out of horror she found her voice and spoke.
"It cannot be!" Her voice was raspy and faint. The Creature pulled her even closer until his mouth was hovering just by Her ear.
"Goodbye, my lady," the Creature whispered.