A change of Fate - Entry # 1
Journal Entry # 1
June 31st, 2001
My name is Taichi Kamiya. I am writing this in hopes of someone, be it person or Digimon, they can read it, and hear my story. You see, I was one of the DigiDestined; the ones chosen to free the digital world of the Dark Masters. We fought for four years. But in the end, we lost, with many casualties. All of my friends, their Digimon, and my Digimon were all killed or captured by the Dark Masters. Here is my story, one year after their deaths. I also write this because it is a way to let out my emotions, and a way to know, or at least hope, that someone will read this. After all, everybody needs hope, right? p
I stare at the seven stones at my feet. The little grass that was around them was dying. Seven stones, making a small crescent on the little cliff that they were on. There was faded, hardly-readable text on them. It was my handwriting, keeping the memories of my friends alive. All of them recognized on their own stone. Yamato, Jyuo, Koushiro, Mimi, Hikari, Takeru, and Sora. Their names scribbled with a sharpie marker, the only thing I had available.
I come out here every day that I can, but today, it has been one year since their deaths. Well, I can't be sure everyone died, for Takeru, Jyuo and Mimi were captured. But I still placed markers for them. No one knew where Hikari went. She disappeared almost a year and a half ago, leaving Gatomon alone.
I spun around to look at the other, smaller stones behind me. These were remembering all of our Digimon that were lost. Agumon, Patamon, Gatomon, Palmon, Gomamon, Gabumon, Tentomon and Biyomon. I knelt down in front of them and prayed. I'm not sure what for. Just anything that came into my mind I guess.
I then turned to face my friend's stones. I paid my respects to everyone, stopping at Sora.
Sora, damn how I missed her.
You could've saved her, Taichi. She died because you ran away. I thought, shaking my head and squinting, trying to get the thought out of my mind.
No, no! I reminded myself, It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have done anything to save her. You were no match to him.
I closed my eyes tight, feeling something warm run down my cheek. A tear. I held my head in my hands and cried.
"I'm sorry, Sora. I'm so sorry" I trailed off as I kept crying. After about five minutes, I pulled myself together and got up.
"I love you, Sora," I whispered, "I'm sorry"
I got up and walked back into the little cave I have been calling home for the last year. It was small, and kind of cold, but the fire helped heat it up. There are times when I can't get a fire going, or have no wood to fuel one. Those are the nights I go cold. It happens fairly often. After a while, you get used to it. Especially since I found a Gabumon. It had recently died, and hadn't started to decay. You see, ever since the Dark Masters won, the Digimon don't disappear anymore. They just lay there and rot, like in the real world. Anyway, I was reluctant, but I finally talked myself into taking its fur coat. I'm still not very proud of myself, but I'm sure it would have given it to me anyway, seeing that it was dying.
Things have been quite hard ever since the Dark masters took over. They wiped out most of the good Digimon, and had conquered Gennai's world as well. From that day forth there was no way to get into, or out of, the digital world. So I'm stuck here, probably for the rest of my life, although I doubt very much that I'll be alive in ten years.
I've been depressed ever since we lost. I find myself very bored sometimes, and hat leads me to lay down and think which usually makes me even more depressed But that's life, huh? This isn't the life I should be living, though. No kid should have to live alone, in a cave, trying to make it on his own. After all, I'm only 15 There are so many things I never got to do, to say, to experience So many things that I have experienced that no kid should ever have to
Just for an example, no kid should ever have to fight a war, be responsible for his friends lives, or loose someone he loves.
Sora. I loved Sora Correction: I love Sora, even though she's gone. I think about her all the time. The way her eyes sparkled, the way her hair would sometimes cover her face, the way she loved me. But then that bastard Piedmon took her away. Dammit, I hate him. Every single cell in my body hates him. But there's nothing I can do about it. Heh, the only thing I can do is what I've been doing for the past year: weeping and depressing myself about loosing Sora. Sora
I get up and look outside, just to see that it's almost dusk. God, how long have I been thinking and writing? Hours, probably. That's how I spend most of my day now. Thinking.
As I get up to sit on the ledge near my cave to watch the sunset, I stop and see one small, red flow, just blooming. I smile, seeing not only a flower, but a sign. A sign from who knows where, but it's a sign none the less. If one small flower could have the courage to try to survive, and hold on tot he little patch of life it had left, then so could I. So could I
There. My first Fic on FF.net So, whatdya think? Please, don't hesitate to criticize, but please don't act like an ass about it and write something stupid like I h8 digimon!!!1!11!1" or "U r stupid". Thanks! Also, feel free to e-mail me at Taichi@thefreesite.com