Digimon: Spirit of Freedom
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Chapter 1: Enter: Zaiadramon!
Zaiadramon, neither digimon nor human, ran. She just kept running. She ignored the crying of the new born Poyomon she had cradled in her didn't dare look back at the destruction. She was burned, singed and her clothes were ragged. She looked- what's the word? Oh yeah- horrible. Who's causing the chaos? Two words- Royal Knights.
Fast Forward
2 weeks later...
'Oi! Tokomon! Don't go there!' yelled Zaiadramon, panting. She was looking for Tokomon who had strayed away while she was having a drink at the stream. And she found him bouncing near the edge of a cliff. Oh boy...
Since the Royal Knights started the extermination of Digimon back at the old world, Poyomon- who evolved to Tokomon -and Zaiadramon, fled to the New Digital World via portal. In the New Digital World, it was hard for them to survive since the Royal Knights were constantly searching for 'outsiders' as they call the non 'Chosen' Digimon who escaped to the new world. Zaiadramon who was only at Perfect stage, was obviously no match for any of the Royal Knights. She had to protect Tokomon from them as well which made her job even harder. So she and Tokomon laid low but in her heart, she knew it won't be long til one or more of the Royal Knights found her and Tokomon. It was harsh.
'Za-Za! Look! There!' said Tokomon at the edge of a cliff. He was going to fall.
'Tokomon! Stay stil! Don't move!' Zaiadramon said, walking over to him, panting.
Zaiadramon got a hold of the hyper Tokomon. He was laughing and was apparantly having fun being carried by her. Zaiadramon's expressioned soften and too began to chuckle.
'Okay, okay. I'm not mad at you, little fella.' said Zaiadramon, chuckling, 'Just promise me that you stay close and don't wander off, Okay?'
Tokomon nodded smiling, making a cute squeak.
'Good Digimon. Now, what made you go way over here?' Zaiadramon asked, raising an eyebrow.
'Something over there! ' answered Tokomon excitedly, nodding his head to the left.
Zaiadramon's gaze lifted off Tokomon and turned to that direction. She saw there was someone on the other side of the deep drop between the two cliffs. She froze and her pupils became smaller. The figure looked tall enough to be a Royal Knight. If he was, they were lucky that he didn't kill both yet.
'R-Roy-yal Knight-t.' She gasped, obviously in fear.
'No! Za-Za!' laughed Tokomon, 'That Digimon! Wargreymon!'
'How'd you know? You never met one! Neither have I.'
'I don't know!'
'Well, let's go. We have to keep moving.' she said in an urgent tone. The less in the group, the easier to be on the run, she thought.
'But he's hurt!' whined Tokomon.
She sniffed the air and indeed, there was the scent of blood in the air. If she didn't help him the Royal Knights will find him. She defitnetly did not want another digimon to fall at the Royal Knights' hands.
'I'm goin' to get him, Tokomon. Now just stay put here and yell if you see anythin' suspicious.'
Tokomon nodded.
'Be a good Digimon' she said before putting herself in a stance. She calculated the distance she needed to jump. Way too far for a normal jump. Even if she's part Digimon.
'Here I go. Elec Rocket!'
Fire and electric sparks engulfed her and she shot from the ground and landed on the other side easily.
'Whoa.' she said, dizzy from the move. She blinked and stayed put for a while until the dizztness wore off.
Zaiadramon's POV
As soon as the dizzyness wore off, I walked towards the Wargreymon who was on his back, his chest heaving.
What?! Why the heck would I pay attention to his chest?! Snap out of it!
And indeed, my nose was right. He was battered and wounded.
I groaned. How can I carry him to the other side? Put yourself together! Just do it!
I looked down and saw ledges enough for two humans to lie down comfortably. I could use those.
I carried the wounded Wargreymon in my arms, bridal style. This was embarrasing... And what's worse, he's heavy. Must be the armor. Man, how does he move with all this heavy armor?
I heaved a sigh.
'Tokomon! I got him! Stay there!' I reminded him. The little fella can sometimes wander off, like the last time.
I heaved another sigh and positioned him so his armor wasn't poking me as much.
I made a stance.
I made sparks sparked violently at my feet, causing me to leap a good 6feet into the air and landed on a ledge on the other side. I rested for a bit and repeated the process until I landed where I first started. I'm exhausted... I wish I could be a bit stronger...
'Za- Za! You're back!' said Tokomon happily.
'Aye.' I panted, exhausted form carrying his weight. I put him down.
'You're right. He is a Wargreymon.' I said, smiling. 'Let's rest here for a bit, then we'll go back to camp.'
Normal POV
Soon, night fell and the stars were out. Tokomon was fast asleep but Zaiadramon wasn't. She was on guard. She couldn't afford to let her guard down, not even if she's exhausted. She had to protect Tokomon and their new addition. She knew he was a Mega stage Digimon. If she and her teamed up, the trio might be a little safer. She knew she can't count on him. All that sailor spunk and confidence she used to have had evaporated into paranoidness and worry. All because of the war...
She sighed. She stood up from her sitting position in the tree and surveyed the forest they were in.
Zaiadramon looked at the two sleeping Digimon below. Her gaze suddenly wandered to the bandaged Wargreymon. She couldn't help but stare at his sleeping figure. She didn't know why but she wanted the moment to last forever.
'Let the night last just a bit longer...'
TBC....