kaori: no, no, no, I don't own digimon! Why do you think I'm crying every night? No, just kidding. Anyway, here's my second fic in english. Geez, I'm french! English is a foreign language to me! So please be nice. Thanks! Hope you'll like it! Oh, and it's medieval, so you got the picture... I'm not good at descriptions, so use your imagination!
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A tale of four Children
Chapter 1- Your way
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A light wind gently blew in the room, almost shutting a little candle off. But the tiny flame kept on. It slightly moved with the sound of a quiet sob. In a corner of the dark room, a ray of light escaping from a window was lightening a bed, with a figure lying on it. Another one was kneeling on the floor. It was a young boy, with brown purpulish hair who was burying his features in his red-gloved hands. On the bed was an old man who could barely breath. He couldn't move, just speak. The young boy took one of the old man's hand in his. The wind blew up a little more, and the old man coughed, making him cry again.
"Father... don't leave me..."
"I have to, son..."
"But I don't want you to go!"
"I have to, son... and you know what you have to do..."
"I know it, I know it!"
"So... *cough*... promise me you will do it."
"I promise you, father, that I will find the sorceresses of Earth and Wind and the wizard of Water. I swear!"
"You're a good son, Daisuke..."
He coughed again.
"I know you'll find them, I can go in peace..."
"No! Father.. stay a little bit longer..."
The wind blew again, but stronger than before, and shut the candle off. The young boy remained, crying at his now dead father's side.
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Daisuke woke up the next morning, his head in the sun. He was still wearing the same clothes than the day before: a long white shirt that almost reached his knees, made in a rude fabric, and dark red pants. The first thing he saw was his father's body, and he wanted to cry again, but he just couldn't. He got up and stepped out of the little house. Outside, the bright sun of spring made him blink. When his eyes could bear the light, he looked all around him, and started to walk.
It was a happy morning, and kids were already up, running and shouting after wild but nice little digimon. Daisuke smiled as they almost bumped into him. A Motimon get out of the mud just before him. He looked exhausted.
"You're not going to chase me aren't you?"
He gave him a comforting smile, but then a little voice shrieked "he's here!" and the poor Motimon had to hide in the mud again, while a bunch of children came upon him.
Daisuke hold on a laughter in his father's memory and made his way throught the kids' crowd. He was walking again, lost in his thoughts. Around him, men and women were busy preparing a new day. He sighed. He really loved his hometown. It would be so hard to leave... but he had to. Digimon and humans were living together, helping eachother. From little worms to big monsters, every one of them, including humans, could find happiness here. It was a real paradise. But he knew he had to go. He stopped in front of the door of a dark wooden house and pushed the door open.
"What can I do for you, young man? Aren't you a little young to die? Oh, I got it, must be your grandmother, or your grand father right? I remenber when my grand mother die. All my family was there and it was the forst time I saw my father cry-"
"It's for my father."
"Oh. I see. Hey, aren't you Daisuke?"
He nodded.
"You're a very good customer, you know."
"I know."
"Do you have enough money?"
"Yeah. Here you go."
He handled him the money he was asking for.
"Now get my father a decent grave. I have to go now."
"Won't you stay for the funeral?"
"Don't you think I have seen enough of all this? I've buried my whole family!" he cried.
"Aww, I see. Sorry. Well, I wish you good luck for your journey. Thanks for all the work you gave me."
Daisuke grumbled something about stupid men that wants your death just for money and get out of the shop. He walked back to his house. Sighing, he closed the door behind him. He walked to his father but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw something red and blue resting on him. He got closer and saw it was a... a digi-egg! Half-blue, half-red, with a yellow line between the two colors. Daisuke picked the egg. He felt something moving inside.
"I think it's the one you promised me. Thank you, father."
He gathered a few things in a bag: some food, some plants, and a big book. He wrapped the digi-egg in the only towel he had and put in safely at the top of his bag, and closed it. He made sure the egg was always warm and looked a last time at their old house. Then he turned and left, carrying his bag across his shoulder.
Daisuke could only think about his father. About what kind of man he was, what wonderful father he had been, even after his parents, his wife, his daughter's deaths. He had been so strong, even when he had to take care of a child prodigy alone, even when he had to fight against people who wanted his son, even when his son's special ability only brought problems. He taught him all what he now knows, and it was a shame he had to die.
"Well, I guess I'll be heading South..."
He just walked out of his hometown. Behind him, he left all his childhood, all his dreams, all the people he knew. He didn't have friends to miss; no, you don't make friends when you're a wizard.
Being a wizard was a strange thing. People admire you and fear you, at the same time. They admire you because they aren't related to magic and they couldn't imagine what you just showed them. They fear you because they are afraid of all they don't really know. They are afraid you might take over the world and being a tyran, who knows. Better be aware when you're with a magician. And especially a magician like him.
Since he was born, Daisuke had developped a strange power: he was burning anything he touched when he was angry, he could make flames appear of nowhere, and play in the fire: it wouldn't hurt him. When he grew up a bit, his father and his sister teached him how to control his powers and learned him some new tricks. His sister died soon after they discovered what Daisuke was vowed to accomplish when he would be older. He had to bring together the holders of Earth, Wind and Water, along with himself. Then they would... they would... well, he didn't know. Nobody knew, even that old wizard he met one day.
That old wizard was so old he had no age, no name. But when little Daisuke stepped into his house, he immediatly said he was the Child of Fire. Daisuke lit up one of the old man's candle with his finger to prove him he was right. Then the old man told him a long and adventurous destiny was awaiting him. He told him not to repeat it to everybody. It was kind of a secret. And little Daisuke was on his way home, wondering about the word 'child of fire'. He was the child of his mother and his father, right?
Daiskue almost laughed at the memory. He was such a child... good ol' time.... but it was over now. Now he was 15, and it was time to be an adult. And first, to decide where to go, in order to find the three other Children. The sun was already setting and he stopped his walk in the middle of a forest. There were wild digimon here, for sure. But it wasn't like he had a choice. But he knew how to protect himself. Him and the little digi-egg. It was like a child to look up to.
He set up a little camp between some trees, and found some wood to burn. By simple touch with his fingers he lit up the leaves that started to burn. He sat down next to his fire, and took the egg out of his bag.
By the time he was living in his town, he learned a lot about digimon. He learned how close they could be with a human being, how strong they were when they were digivolving. Only a few were digivolving, because they needed lot of training, and people considered them much like pets or animals. It was said that if a digimon digiolve too much, he could become stronger than anything else and destroy everything. So people didn't bothered digimon, and left them leave in peace. But the opposite wasn't true. Digimon were bothering humans. But it was acceptable, and every town was protected against potential digimon attack.
Daisuke felt something moving, again. The egg was close to hatching.
He never got close to a digimon before. He was waiting for a special digimon, a digimon who could become his friend, his partner. Somebody to share life with. It was his dream. Being with a friend he could share everything with. And now, he felt he was going to have this friend. And the egg started to move, and the top cracked slowly. The entire shell broke apart and a small blue baby digimon was born.
Daisuke took him in his hands, and talked to the tiny creature.
"Hi. I'm Daisuke. Welcome to this world!"
Smiling, he laid his new companion on the towel that was around the egg and kept him in his lap, close to the fire, so he wouldn't catch a cold. A full moon was spreading its light in the dark sky, watching at them with a face full of promises.
On the morning, Daisuke was already on this way to Erania. It was a kingsdom at the south of his current position. The two kingsdom were departed by an enormous forest that he had to go through. No digimon attacked him during his last night, and he hoped it would last. But he was wrong.
He was gently carrying Chicomon in his arms and singing a sweet melody his sister taught him when he heard some noise in the sky. The sun disappeared a few seconds: Daisuke looked up and saw a big blue monster with a strange mouth and sharp wings on its back. The digimon spotted him and he had no time to hide. It was a Kabuterimon. Daisuke knew that kind of creature was strong and fast. He had to think of something quickly. He run in the woods, looking for some shielding for Chicomon . He found an old tree with a hole in the middle, so he put him here, begging him not to cry, and run away again, shouting, for the Kabuterimon to follow him.
"Electro shoker!"
Well, here it went. A ball of electricity fell just before Daisuke. He turned away and fired a fire ball to his ennemy. The fire ball hit him but did not hurt him a lot. Swearing, Daisuke raced along the trees and waited for the monster to come on down. He didn't waited long, and the Kabuterimon flew practicly over him. He then jumped on him and clang onto his horn. While the Kabuterimon was trying to get him off his back, he held on and fired again some red balls, but then directly to his eyes. The beast screamed in pain, and Daisuke leaped in the air and fell back on the ground while the still crying Kabuterimon was flying away as fast as possible. Then he heard a tiny voice from the woods.
"Daisuke! Daisuke!"
The voice came closer and a little blue and white thing jumped right into him.
"I found you! Finally!"
"You... you digivolved?"
"Yeah! I was feeling you needed my help, so I had to do something!"
"You're so kind, DemiVeemon!"
"Well, it's my job to protect you!"
"I can protect myself, but I wouldn't say no to a little help!"
"I saw what you're able to do. You're the great Child of Fire!"
Daisuke blushed.
"Weeeeeell, some people gave me that name..."
"And I, I am the Child of Fire's digimon!"
"What a name..."
"When you'll see what I can do, you'll be surprised!"
"Oh, modest aren't we?"
DemiVeemon blushed too. Daisuke laughed and patted his digimon's head. Sure, they were going to be best friends.
"Time to go, buddy. It's good to be so proud of yourself but destiny awaits!"
"Yeah, let's go!"
Laughing and joking, the happy pair traveled down the forest.
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So, like it? Hate it? Made too much mistakes? If you say so, I'll see what I can do.