Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, but I do own Meghan and Andrew.
Prologue: Meghan's tale
"Sometimes I think I'm just going crazy..."
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Meghan sat alone under the tree. She had come to the park to think, even though it seemed that was all she had done for the past few days. She shivered involuntarily.
"Feeling cold?" a voice came from behind her.
"Huh?" Meghan turned to see who had spoken. It was Andrew.
"Strange that you should shiver in the middle of summer." Andrew was leaning against the tree, looking at a chocolate fish on a stick. "Care for some?" he asked, offering her the fish.
"Yeah." Meghan took it, and they lapsed into silence.
"Ahem." After a few minuutes, Andrew cleared his throat. "So, why are you here all alone?"
"I needed to think."
"You've been doing that an awful lot lately."
"What do you mean?"
"You're not usually this quiet."
"Mm." Meghan looked down at her hands, fingering a ring. "Andrew, can I tell you something?"
"You know you can."
"It's...something I haven't told anyone."
"Yeah?"
"It might sound like I'm making it up, so please, just let me tell the whole thing. Don't interupt."
"Go on."
"Well...it all started a little over a week ago...."
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1:30 am. Meghan was sound asleep.
1:31 am. Her computer began to go through its warm-up routine.
1:32 am. Meghan didn't notice the light that came out of the moniter, since she was still sound asleep. She would have stayed asleep if someone hadn't started to shake her gently.
"Go away." She murmured, half asleep. The shaking didn't stop. She rolled over, expecting to see her father. "It's still dark ou-."
Meghan was shocked when she saw who it was.
"Ken?" She squinted in the semi-dark of her room, trying to see if it really was Ken. He was illuminated only by the light from her computer moniter, so it was hard to tell.
"Shh." The boy, whether he was Ken or not, motioned for her to get up.
She stood, shakily, and slipped on her slippers.
"Come with me," he whispered, and put his arm around her waist. He held...something...up to her computer monitor. "Digiport, open." And suddenly, Meghan was bathed in light, and felt as if she were falling.
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Slowly, Meghan opened her eyes. She was lying flat on her back. Staring at her was a face she thought she recognized.
"O..Osamu?" she said, groggily, trying to sit up.
"Not quite." The boy said. As her head cleared, Meghan looked the boy over. He did look like Osamu, though she knew that he had been dead for two years. Even so, the likeness was uncanny. The hair was exactly the same, but his clothes were so strange. That was when she noticed her own clothing. She was dressed in a ball gown, like something out of a fairy tale. 'This must be a dream.' she thought.
While Meghan had been thinking all this, the boy had stood up and walked over to her. He picked up her hand and slipped a ring on her finger. "I am the Digimon Emperor," he told her, "and this ring symbolizes the beginning of our courtship. After seven days we will be wed, and you will reign the Digital World by my side."
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Well, what do you think so far? (I know, it was way too short, but it's only the prologue.) Please review and tell me if you think I should continue this.
Prologue: Meghan's tale
"Sometimes I think I'm just going crazy..."
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Meghan sat alone under the tree. She had come to the park to think, even though it seemed that was all she had done for the past few days. She shivered involuntarily.
"Feeling cold?" a voice came from behind her.
"Huh?" Meghan turned to see who had spoken. It was Andrew.
"Strange that you should shiver in the middle of summer." Andrew was leaning against the tree, looking at a chocolate fish on a stick. "Care for some?" he asked, offering her the fish.
"Yeah." Meghan took it, and they lapsed into silence.
"Ahem." After a few minuutes, Andrew cleared his throat. "So, why are you here all alone?"
"I needed to think."
"You've been doing that an awful lot lately."
"What do you mean?"
"You're not usually this quiet."
"Mm." Meghan looked down at her hands, fingering a ring. "Andrew, can I tell you something?"
"You know you can."
"It's...something I haven't told anyone."
"Yeah?"
"It might sound like I'm making it up, so please, just let me tell the whole thing. Don't interupt."
"Go on."
"Well...it all started a little over a week ago...."
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1:30 am. Meghan was sound asleep.
1:31 am. Her computer began to go through its warm-up routine.
1:32 am. Meghan didn't notice the light that came out of the moniter, since she was still sound asleep. She would have stayed asleep if someone hadn't started to shake her gently.
"Go away." She murmured, half asleep. The shaking didn't stop. She rolled over, expecting to see her father. "It's still dark ou-."
Meghan was shocked when she saw who it was.
"Ken?" She squinted in the semi-dark of her room, trying to see if it really was Ken. He was illuminated only by the light from her computer moniter, so it was hard to tell.
"Shh." The boy, whether he was Ken or not, motioned for her to get up.
She stood, shakily, and slipped on her slippers.
"Come with me," he whispered, and put his arm around her waist. He held...something...up to her computer monitor. "Digiport, open." And suddenly, Meghan was bathed in light, and felt as if she were falling.
---------------------------------------------------
Slowly, Meghan opened her eyes. She was lying flat on her back. Staring at her was a face she thought she recognized.
"O..Osamu?" she said, groggily, trying to sit up.
"Not quite." The boy said. As her head cleared, Meghan looked the boy over. He did look like Osamu, though she knew that he had been dead for two years. Even so, the likeness was uncanny. The hair was exactly the same, but his clothes were so strange. That was when she noticed her own clothing. She was dressed in a ball gown, like something out of a fairy tale. 'This must be a dream.' she thought.
While Meghan had been thinking all this, the boy had stood up and walked over to her. He picked up her hand and slipped a ring on her finger. "I am the Digimon Emperor," he told her, "and this ring symbolizes the beginning of our courtship. After seven days we will be wed, and you will reign the Digital World by my side."
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Well, what do you think so far? (I know, it was way too short, but it's only the prologue.) Please review and tell me if you think I should continue this.