Anisky- (turns to Tai and Matt) Will you two do the honours?
Tai- (shrugs) What do we have to loose?
Matt- Digimon does not belong to Anisky…
Tai- (interupts) Duh.
Matt- (glares at Tai) As I was trying to say, Digimon doesn't belong to Anisky. It belongs to Toei, Saban and all of those bigshots.
So don't sue.
Tai- She's just a crazy author who loves to manipulate the characters for her own personal enjoyment. And I should know!
Matt- (claps) Nicely put Taichi.
Tai- (bows) Thank you. Thank you. You are too kind.
Anisky- (sweatdrops) Well there you go folks!
Dedication:
This is to all the people who spent a little time to review my other short fics. Thank you for giving me the support!
A/N:
Uh… Well this is something I thought of and the beginning of a supposed saga. I'm surprised I actually finished the first part. ^ ^; Enjoy and review!
The Guardians of Arlista
Evil's Plight
The sun rose over the landscape of the Digital World in an explosion of colour as the many pastel hues made dawn a part of a day to be savoured. Trembling rays, faint at first but then growing in strength as it gave the surrounding world a golden touch.
The rays of light from the rising sun touched the zenith of the soft clouds and spread its everlasting presence among the heavens. But the light also managed to penetrate the surface of the digital world as it shed some light to the hidden bowels of the underworld.
The sunlight crept along the dense treetops of the digital forests as shafts of light chased away the creeping shadows. Though they controlled the happenings of the forest at night, during the rule of the sun, the shadows held back, sensing the great power that orb of fire held.
The digital oceans sparkled and glittered as if it were a living thing, almost beaming with a life of its own. The creatures that called the deep waters their home shared the happiness of its Ocean Mother sharing the joy of the magical moment with their comrade or their mate.
The cities of the Digital World gleamed as if they were freshly built and the factories creaked into life at the first sight of the sun and its ever-commanding presence.
But there were some places that even the sun's dazzling beams of light couldn't reach, and that's where he lurked.
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Among the many places that Digimon, good and bad, tended to avoid the dark mountain known widely as' The Legacy of Evil'. Brave Digimon had set foot upon it, to prove the archaic myth was wrong but alas, they vanished like all the others.
For eons the mountain withstood the harsh doings of time, but even time surrendered to the daunting presence of the structure. Yet it stands, as menacing as it had been for a millenias before, still instilling fear upon the many inhabitants of the Digital World, a harsh reminder of the evil that exists in the world.
However, unknown to the residents of the Digital World, among the heavy darkness that settled around the mountain, a certain structure was nestled in the peak. A castle, to be precise.
And as the sun slowly rose over the land, a figure shrouded with shadows stood by the slit of a window in the stone wall. It looked up on the display with open disdain as a sadistic smirk spread across its pale features.
" The day is near. The day is near to crush out the light."
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It was known as many things.
Pain…
Misery…
Hatred…
Fear…
It was the evil that was in all creatures; some hidden but some, some manipulated the holder. Oh the pleasure it had with the ones that didn't have the will. As if he was engaged in a game of chess, he led them to victory and… he led them to their death. And the pleasure he had with the death.
The screams filled with horror, eyes holding betrayal as the creature's vision was filled with evil's physical being laying its empty eyes upon the unfortunate creature, the last thing it sees as it goes into the internal slumber of death.
It possessed a power that ignorant beings can only dream of having. After all, evil had a place in the cosmos since the beginning of time and as the minutes passed into hours and the hours passed into day and as those days passed into years, it kept on growing in power and became a force that made people cower in terror.
However even an omnipotent force such as it had a weakness. A weakness it hated with all the evil it possessed. Though he didn't have a doubt in mind that those simpering fools would actually destroy him or the vessel he was currently in, it knew for sure how meddlesome they could be. After all, his pawns fell in defeat with their fight with them. How pathetic.
His pawns had been weak and incompetent, head unclear as if they pictured the mirage of victory. And that was their downside. Still, those insignificant ones of the light were not to be taken lightly. Especially him, 'The Warrior of the Light' stated in the ancient legends.
It was going to make him pay. Make him pay for what he had done. For destroying the perfect life he had held. At the end, I'm going to win.
But not until it had some fun with him and his annoying friends.
" You're going to wish you never crossed me, Warrior of Light. Once you're gone, they will crumble, and she will be mine."
To Be Continued In: The Guardians Of Arlista- A Sorceress' Premonition