Written for the Too Many Cooks challenge and Titles Set Boot Camp on the Digimon Fanfiction Challenges forum. I partnered with DarkBalance, so you should head over to her profile and check out Direct Assault, which is the other half of this story. Part of this chapter is also from the flashback in episode 34.
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He was a wanderer and had been alone for many years. When the bond Wizarmon had with his original Chosen shattered, he went from village to village, helping the residents of each one and avoiding trouble when he could.
When he fell from the sky that day, exhausted from using too much of his magic, he never expected to land in a camp site. Wizarmon certainly wasn't expecting his life to be saved, either, believing that he had no more friends in this world.
Very vaguely, his senses registered that he was under attack. But the attack was halted by a feline Digimon at the same level as him: Adult. He was grateful for the save and would thank his saviour later when he awoke. Right now, though, he needed to rest.
Wizarmon awoke hours later and came face to face with the feline who had saved him, as she pulled back his collar and gave him some water. He drank it thirstily and then struggled to his feet, holding his staff tightly.
"Did you save me?" Were the first words out of his mouth.
"I didn't do much," she acknowledged. "I couldn't leave you lying there."
"Well, thank you, then. I guess I'll be off now." He struggled to remain upright, using his staff for balance.
"Don't be silly," Tailmon corrected, masking the panic she felt. She poked him once and he toppled back to the ground. "You used up a lot of your strength; you're too weak to go anywhere."
"I know you helped me, but I don't have anything for you," he argued.
But Tailmon shook her head. He had the answers she was looking for; that was more than enough reason to keep him around. "You do," she returned. "Let's start with your name – mine's Tailmon."
Wizarmon didn't understand what Tailmon was aiming towards. Even so, he detected the presence of some Gazimon in the background who were irate that he had fallen into their camp site. So for now, he held his cards close to his chest.
"Wizarmon," he answered and lifted up his collar which had stubbornly remained down turned after Tailmon let him drink.
Tailmon blinked, studying him analytically. "Alright," she finally responded.
She noticed he had quite a few battle scars and was curious about his past. Tailmon may have been Vamdemon's top soldier, but even she had enough brains about her to figure out who was or had been a Chosen Digimon.
"You appear to be a seasoned warrior. Were you with a human before this?"
Alarm bells rang in Wizarmon's head. There was no way he would let her know about his past with his Chosen Child. She would be disgusted with him if she ever learned the truth behind his former Chosen Child's origins.
"No," he replied telepathically, figuring something bad would happen if he revealed anything.
Tailmon's other paw slid to her glove and she took it off. "You're lying," she commented casually, holding up the paw that had a big criss-cross scar on it. "Vamdemon did this because he hated my eyes. What's to say he won't do something to you?"
"You'll tell him," came Wizarmon's curt retort. He shakily stood up again, clutching his staff as support.
Tailmon snorted, a bitter sound. Wizarmon was mystified by the noise, wondering if something else had gone wrong in her life. "I wouldn't, actually. I may be his top soldier, but I have my own secrets."
She replaced the glove over her paw and glanced at the Gazimon who were inching closer. "Beat it!" She hissed at them, baring her teeth and claws. Tailmon took a step forward to ensure they got the message.
The grey rabbit-like Digimon fled, shouting curses at her in fear. Tailmon turned and gave Wizarmon a look that said: 'What's it to be?'
Wizarmon shook his head again. There was still too much he didn't know about Tailmon. It seemed like she was destined to be a Chosen Digimon herself, but Vamdemon had crushed the idea out of her almost completely.