Ivi was seven years old when she first stumbled upon 'Blitzkriegs' Digimon Vault'. Young and carefree, she posted on the forum under the alias 'Aruramon'. She grew to know Blitz, and some of the others that frequented the boards.
Of course, as stories often begin, she had no idea of the truth behind the site.
A year later she still visited the site often. She had made several friends and fleshed out who Aruramon was. The fictional digimon had her own forms and personality, as all of the fictional digimon do.
Enough backstory. This tale begins one night, Ivi was laying on her bed, attempting to get some sleep, though the electronics in her house kept doing odd things. The tv turning on and off, the computer flickering, the radio's volume changing itself, all of this was doing a good job of keeping the young girl from her sleep.
She looked up at the ceiling, admiring the glow in the dark stars her parents had placed there years before, when a small bubble passed through her vision.
Confused, she sat up and looked around. There was nothing that could emit bubbles in her room.
Another bubble. And another. She got out of bed and searched for the source. She saw her comuter monitor glowing and small bubbles comeing forth from it.
"What...?" she breathed the question and moved foreward to touch the screen. As her fingers made contact everything went white.
A sharp pain coursed through her body, and imense heat seemed to be beating down on her. She fell to her knees only to feel grass below her.
As suddenly as everything had begun it was gone. The heat, the pain, the light, all remnants of it were only a memory.
She opened her eyes to see where she was. Large glowing trees partially blocked her view of the vibrant pink sky, and light green clouds.
Although the view was beautiful, she felt herself stunned for another reason. Only about twelve feet away stood a Kuwagamon, its face fixed on Ivi.
She screamed, and quickly turned and ran. The giant beetle-digimon took to the air and foolowed easily.
The ground was uneven, and Ivi's legs were to short to aid her in keeping balance. Sharp pebbles adorned the ground and further hindered the barefoot child.
Finally losing her footing she tripped and fell facefirst into a tree. Only to find that she fell, litterally, into the tree. The inner walls were covered with binary coding. This convinced her of what she was afraid of: she was actually in the digital world.
With no shoes, no digivice, no digimon partner, not even warm clothing, she was stranded in another world with a hungry digimon looking for her.
She sank to the ground and made herself into a small ball. There she cried, not knowing what else she could do. Her tears littered the bottom of the tree, and she was sure that Kuwagamon could hear her, but she didn't care any longer.
She was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it.
Suddenly, there was a loud screeching sound and the top of the tree was torn off.
She screamed again, but when no other sounds followed she looked up. A demidevimon stared down at her with a grin on his face.
He fluttered down and sat in front of her. "You alright, kid?"
Ivi nodded. "Did you save me?"
The digimon laughed. "Sort of." He looked her up and down. "Don't you have a partner? Last kids I saw here had digimon of their own..."
Ivi looked at the ground. "I don't think so... listen, Mr. Demidevimon, i just wanna go home. Can you help me?"
Although Ivi had often dreamed of visiting the digital world, she was quickly realising it wasn't all that great. She wanted to return home, an pretend this had never happened.
"i know a guy that might be able to help you. Follow me." Demidevimon glided through the tree, with Ivi close behind him. She followed him what seemed to be miles, slowly realising that her body wasn't growing tired. Although her muscles hurt, as did her feet, she felt she could keep going forever.
Eventually the two came to a large black castle. Ghost-type digimon, Bakemon floated around, gaurding the area.
Demidevimon flew in without disturbance, and Ivi quickly followed. The Bakemon gave her knowing smirks.
She was still alone in this world. A computer glitch that was to be disposed of.
The two walked deeper into the castle, passing cages that housed digimon of all shapes and sizes, many were wounded but others seemed to be there willingly.
Sconces lit the hallways as the moved deeper underground.
They finally came to a large stone door with a strage engraving on it.
Pushing the door open Ivi quietly entered the room, her escort following now.
He flew foreward towards a vampire-like digimon, Vamdemon.
His dark red eyes were on a white and red humpled pile of fur in front of him.
"I'm sorry My Lord! I did not intend to let him go!" the humpled pile cried.
The voice rang familiar with Ivi, She quickly realised why as the digimon stood up. She had soft-looking white fur that took on an orange shade from the flames around the room. Large eagle-like wings folded over her wolven body. Ivi could see the calm green eyes from her position at the door.
Aruramon.
Without a second thought she raced foreward, stopping when Vamdemon raised his red whip and brought it down on Aruramon again. "You pitiful excuse for a servent!" He rose the whip again.
"No!" Ivi ran foreward and stood infront of Aruramon, facing her. The vibrant whip landed across her back and she fell to her knees.
"Move, you insulent child!" Vamdemon, though suprised by the interuption didn't change the hatsh look on his face. He brought the whip down again and again drawing blood from the young girl.
"N-n-no... I won't let you hurt my partner..." Tears of pain fell to the floor and the strage engraving on the door glowed. a purple light shot from the image and landed in Ivi's hand. She gripped the cold digivice, and it began to glow.
With an energy she didn't kow she possessed she stood and turned, facing Vamdemon. "I won't let you hurt Aruramon!" The digimon behind her glowed purple and the door glowed before shrinking and becomeing part of her digivice.
Aruramon grew in size, and red bands wrapped around her legs, her fur became thicker and a brighter white. Two ribbons fell over her back, between large draconic wings. A purple collar with a small bell hung around her neck, and small horns proturded from the top of her skull.
AngelWolfmon growled deeply and lunged over Ivi and tackled Vamdemon, temporarily knocking him out. She growled at Demidevimon who fell to the ground dumbfounded. She turned and bowed to Ivi.
"Thank you for helping me, Aibou. Please, allow me to serve you." Ivi grinned and ran foreward giving her digimon a big hug.
"Can we go home together, Aruramon?" The digimon smiled and lifted her carefully to her back. She turned to Vamdemon's gate to the human world and ran through it.
Ivimon awoke on her bed, and looked around. Was it all a dream? Her eyes fell upon a small brown wolf-pup with wings. Small amber eyes were closed. Arumon was home with her.
Ivi was a chosen child with a playful digimon with a darker past.
The Chosen Child of Determination.
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