If you readers are big fans of Wizardmon, you'll probably like this,
This is the FULL history of him.
Note from the author: I don't own digimon but I've seen most of the episodes in seasons 01 and 02. And I purposely made some major changes in the whole story for example: digimon don't disintegrate when they die, they die like humans do! Also they don't hatch out of digi-eggs in primary village neither are they born there (except for ones who are orphaned), they have parents.
Part 1
almost a hundred and twenty years before the Digi-destines came
Prologue
It began in a country in the digital world on an island far away from all the other digimon. A mega sorcerer digimon was arriving from across the ocean. He had the body and face of a human (all of the ultimate and mega sorcerers and sorceresses did) with glowing white skin and long snowy blonde hair that flowed freely down his back. He wore two robes made of silk wrapped around him. His first robe was white with gold suns bordering the hem and sleeve and the whole fabric was patterned with diamonds. Over it was another robe that fell down to his mid-calves it was ice blue patterned with golden stars and fancy designs and rhinestones. Fastened to a white belt around his waist was a magical sword in a jeweled scabbard and he wore a long cape that was silver on the outside and glittering white on the inside that was fastened with a sterling silver and diamond brooch. He wore on his head and covering his eyes a silver helmet with a gold eight-pointed star in the middle, and last but not least, he carried a staff in his right hand which was a crystal pole with a Celtic knot on top that formed around a rainbow moonstone. He carried two in-training digimon with him. One was a male and the other was a female, and the two of them were siblings. They looked identical in shape, both had the same round heads and wide eyes and had bat wings and paw-like feet, but in color, the male had pale blue skin and lime green eyes, while the female had sapphire blue eyes and skin the color of a pink rose.
"Azrielmon!" All the other sorcerers and sorceresses, wizards, witches and necromancers shouted with praise. The eldest sorcerer smiled at them as he landed upon the shore. He carefully lowered the two in-training digimon to the ground who were staring and gasped in awe.
"My dear sorcerers and sorceresses, wizards, witches and necromancers!" Azrielmon announced to them, "I welcome you my son and daughter, Magemon and Yoromon." The whole family embraced their elderly leader, others just simply raised their staves or weapons as a sign of greeting, and they gathered around the young prince and princess giving them warm welcomes.
That night, the ceremonial began for the two in-training digimon. They were in the middle of the village, there was no campfire, and instead, the sorcerers muttered an incantation spell to their staves to light up the whole place.
Saramon the digimon sorcerer of fire who was Azrielmon's younger brother came up to them. He was an ultimate. He had, pale skin, long silver hair and was clad in two velvet robes wrapped around him. His under robe was one side auburn and the other side a cardinal red patterned with garnets. His robe over it was blood red patterned with gold flames and over it he wore a black fur tunic. He wore a long burgundy cape bordered at the edges with tiny tongues of fire and fastened with a ruby and gold brooch. He pointed his staff which was a maple wood pole with dragons embossed on it and on the top was a ball of fire. First at Magemon.
At first, Magemon just thought Saramon was just merely pointing at him but then Azrielmon grabbed him holding him none too gently and the in-training bat was shocked at how iron vice and hurtful his grip was, he couldn't move an inch. A second later, it was so hot and his skin broke sweat, and then he felt an unbearable sting in the middle of his forehead. But before he could cry out , the pain stopped quickly, and he was now bearing the symbol mark that all the other sorcerers and sorceresses had to show their identity. Azrielmon slowly let go of him. Yoromon was whimpering a little when her turn came, but then just like her brother, it was all over in a flash.
When both of them were finished, last but not least, Niavmon, a sorceress digimon with long glittering lavender hair, a white mask across the top half of her face, clad in jeweled violet and dark amber robes and a white velvet cape fastened with an amethyst brooch placed on each of them a strange amulet on a black cord. The amulet was a round gold pendant with symbols carved in and circling a white gem in the center. Azrielmon, spoke loud and clear to the sky,
"Our digi-god, (In their culture, it was forbidden to speak the name of their god). May my children; the next two heirs keep these marks and special amulets for as long as they live. For they are now your children! It grieves me to realize that this is an age when evil endures the world, and many of our friends and allies have left us because of this. But that does not mean we should give up and stop protecting ourselves and others who are on our side! May the blood of our people not be wiped out or grow thin, for these two shall be our only hope, if all is lost for us!"
When it was all over, the two were taken to their new home, Yoromon immediately dozed off, but her brother stayed awake. Magemon was not used to sleeping in a regular bed, for over a year, he had been spending his nights in a cushioned cradle back in Primary Village where all digimon were born. The bedding was comfortable, but not very soft. He thought about his new home and the ceremonial, tracing the amulet with one wing and the marking on his forehead with the other. The mark happened to be an engraving on his skin, a perfect circle with a four-pointed star on the inside. He did not quite understand Azrielmon's words back at the ceremony; neither did he feel so threatened by it. After all, Azrielmon and the stronger digimon would protect him and Yoromon, what did he have to be frightened about?
MAGEMON DIGIVOLVE TO AURAMON. YOROMON DIGIVOLVE TO DRICOMON. It had been almost two years since the ceremonial; Auramon and Dricomon examined their rookie forms. Same colored skin and eyes, and they still had their scars and amulets but they were now bigger, they looked lake baby dragons, their legs were longer and their wings were bigger, and for the first time they had arms and a body and on their right ankle was a ring, Magemon had a silver one with symbols carved into it and a lapis stone in the center and Dricomon had a gold one with an emerald stone, they were charm rings that showed their sorcerer and sorceress blood in them. The change felt even more awkward than digivolving from baby to in training.
They were not quite old enough to learn any incantations except Azrielmon taught them the history of magic and legends of other worlds that existed and Niavmon the healing sorceress started to teach them medicine. The two siblings enjoyed the fresh air and the warm sun on their backs as their teacher showed them where the healing herbs grew.
"You see this, Auramon and Dricomon?" She explained showing them one "This is called a hyssop flower! This is good for healing burns if you mix it with coneflowers and goldenrod flowers! And this," She added walking to a patch of yellow and pink blossoms on tall stems and took a small bunch out. "These are called hollyhocks. They help soothe scratches and irritations, and if you want to heal minor wounds, you use the root part of the plant."
"How do you make medicine out of these plants?" Auramon asked.
"It depends on what medicine you have to make from them!" Niavmon explained. "These plants you have to make into a tea in order to use them!" She took out her bowl, put the plants in there and muttered aloud the incantation and in an instant, the roots crumpled like dust and turned to liquid. She then took two more bunches and handed them to the two dragon digimon.
"Now you try!" She said "Sorry I have only one bowl!" the two of them concentrated hard as they copied what Niavmon chanted. Auramon went first, he then looked into his bowl when he finished he could not see the plants anymore and the bowl felt heavy with the liquid.
"Very good, Auramon." The sorceress digimon exclaimed. "Now it's your turn, Dricomon."
Dricomon closed her eyes and muttered the spell, when she opened them she saw that the plants were gone but noticed some powdery substance floating in the tea. Niavmon smiled and gave her a pat of encouragement on the back.
"That was a good try, but you mispronounced a word." Dricomon did not feel very disappointed, for this was only their first day of learning. "Our kind is very skilled in healing." The sorceress added on. "But they don't always do it with roots or plants, some wounds cannot be healed with plants, but I'll teach you those kind of spells later. Let's go back, it's almost dark."
A great thunderstorm came that night. The lightning flashed and struck the village like a drum and everyone could hear and almost feel the pounding rain on their roofs. Auramon and Dricomon sat in the great study hall with their father Azrielmon!
It was a quite a gigantic room, as big as an acre of the forest they lived in and it was built underground with an ancient limestone staircase leading down to it from the trapdoor above. The walls all around were built of old gray bricks with rich green moss growing out of from the corners. Tall sturdy wood shelves of spell books, storybooks and ancient scrolls covered most of them. The two little dragons sat at a small wooden table with the elder sorcerer as he showed them books of legends, languages or histories of the digital world.
The two of them looked at the strange ebony texts that were carefully written in their own language and many other languages that they were learning on the fragile pages.
"Father," Auramon asked curiously. "Why do we have to learn these other languages? Why do we have to learn about these other cultures?"
the elder sorcerer smiled and looked at the blue dragon.
"Because, there are other languages and cultures that no longer exist but we must keep them alive as much as we must remember our own history, and the language we once spoke!"
Dricomon took her sapphire eyes off the scroll and looked up at him. "But all of this happened in the past!" Said Dricomon. "And uncle Saramon had said to us that these days becoming a warrior and defending your own kind is all that matters!"
She saw her father sigh and give some sort of worried look though she could only half tell because of the helmet that covered his eyes.
"Yes, he is partly right, your uncle." Their father admitted. "These days, the digital world has grown dark and dangerous, but that does not mean we must give up absorbing this knowledge…it's far too early to tell you, when you're both older, I shall explain!" And with that the three of them stood up and walked into a hallway across from the staircase, which was a shortcut to their own home in case it rained!
In the late afternoons (mostly in summer or mid-spring) all them except for the megas and ultimates who thought themselves too old for such activities, would go to the largest meadow in the country. Auramon would participate in a lot of games with the young rookies and in-trainings. Azrielmon occasionally would come and play games with his children but most of the time Auramon and Dricomon were on their own with the children. one day they were by the river bank, Auramon crept up behind his sister and threw a glob of mud at her back, only to let her run after him and push him into the water and they tackled each other. Eventually the two of them finally collapsed, covered in mud and laughing so hard their sides were splitting.
Auramon suddenly woke up and almost screamed as he felt someone holding him tightly, he looked around, it was all so dark and eerily silent; he couldn't even see the digimon that had grabbed him except he was able to make out a strange shadow of a something humanoid and nearly ten times his own height .As the dark shape moved even closer while holding him, a dim light appeared and Auramon could make out more features on it then just simply identifying it as a mere shadow. It had a long cape and was clad in a cerulean blue jacket with two rows of gold buttons; the only thing he still could not see was its face. The young dragon shuddered as he felt the shadow's cold breath on his neck, but had no hope of breaking free, unless…
"DRAGON FIRE!" The rookie dragon screamed and a ball of flames, which looked like the ball of fire on Saramon's staff, flowed out of his mouth. The monster shrieked as the attack hit its face and dropped Auramon to the ground.
Unfortunately his enemy recovered fast, and shouted with outrage: "You will die!"
Auramon's eyes widened with terror as the virus digimon spread his cape. "GRISLY WING!" he shrieked and thousands of bats came charging non-stop with their mouths open towards the dragon. The rookie dragon opened his wings, flapping them furiously as he leapt off the ground and tried to fly away. He cried out in pain as one of the bats managed to grab and sink its teeth into his right wing drawing blood….
"AURAMON!" Auramon's eyes opened wincing at his sister's piercing scream, she then let go of him.
"Why did you bite me?" the young dragon shouted angrily but then his expression softened when he saw also his father standing over him, his sapphire eyes full of concern.
Dricomon gave a look at her brother, "I couldn't find any other way to wake you! You also made a hole in the roof!" Auramon looked around and saw the burned hole above him. A red flush of embarrassment passed over his face.
"Never mind that, brother!" Said Dricomon, noticing the look on his face. Azrielmon gave a stern glance at his daughter and then turned back to Auramon.
"Son," He asked putting a hand on the rookie dragon's forehead as if checking for a fever. "Are you alright?"
Auramon nodded his head.
"It was only a nightmare, go back to sleep, I'll be okay!" Both father and sister gave him a look of disbelief but then after a moment Auramon got a kiss on both cheeks from the two.
"Alright then," Said the elder sorcerer, "Goodnight Auramon!" And the two left him. Auramon did not sleep for the rest of the night and instead he thought about the dream he had. What was this digimon that he kept seeing? Even awake, he could still hear that voice and the bats screeching inside his head and could feel their nearness, as they were right here surrounding him. Auramon began to shake and wrapped the covers around him even tighter, even though he knew none of this was real.
a hundred or more years passed by. , Azrielmon was sitting alone in the meadow. He was trying to look forward into the future, for the past two years, he had only sensed something was wrong, something that was going to happen to his people, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not see the bad omen. Sensing it was not enough.
"What are you trying to tell me, our digi-god?" He was so deeply concentrated in his meditation that he hardly noticed Saramon running up to him.
"Azrielmon!" Saramon cried.
The fire sorcerer had to say his name three times before the elder sorcerer finally turned around and asked in annoyance. "What is it?"
"I know you were in the middle of your meditation, Azrielmon," Saramon apologized, "But there's something strange going on!"
"What strange thing?" Azrielmon asked he had never seen his brother looking so alarmed and on the verge of panic. It must be what I was trying to look at, he said worriedly in his mind. But it was too late now if so.
"I don't know, brother." The fire sorcerer said. "I've called everyone back to the village…..." Azrielmon stopped his brother in mid sentence. "Something's coming…Aaaargh" the sorcerer digimon cried out in pain as something that felt like hot metal wrapped around his neck, and he choked and gagged as the chain started dragging him away.
"AZRIELMON!" Saramon cried.
"DARKNESS WAVE" Suddenly the fire sorcerer cried out in agony as something hit him across the back, shocking his entire body. A female digimon (who's name was Ladydevimon) with pale gray skin, and clad in a revealing black ragged outfit came charging towards him, her waist length white hair flying back with a black claw stretched out. The attack had made him go numb and clumsy that his staff nearly dropped from his shaking hands as he pointed it at the devil lady.
"MAGICAL FIRE!"
gold flames shot out and first her revealing black dress caught fire, then her skin. The devil digimon screamed as she flew past him blindly while still on fire. When Saramon turned around his brother was close to disappearing through the thicket.
"Hang on brother!" Saramon cried out. "EMBER SWORD!" The golden flames that wrapped around the long steel blade grew bigger as he sent a crushing blow, breaking the chain in half that bound his brother. "INCANTATION WATER!" Azrielmon shouted hoarsely and cool water splashed all over him to stop the burning. Azrielmon fell to the ground wheezing and clutching his neck; the skin was raw, and bleeding in a few places where the chain got him.
"Are you alright?" asked the fire sorcerer as he helped his brother up.
"I think so!" Azrielmon answered still coughing. Just then a furious Skullmeramon came charging out of the bushes. "He's a henchman!" said Saramon noticing the henchman mark on the fire demon's left arm. "FLAME CHAIN!" Cried out the fire demon, this time he threw out two long chains at the both of them.
"BOOK OF SPELLS!" . Gold symbols embraced in a brilliant blue light that emerged from Azrielmon's staff disintegrating the chains instantly and pierced Skullmeramon in the chest. The fire demon gave out a cry of agony, wounded severely and coughed up blood as he dropped to the ground and went limp. Saramon ripped off a piece of his cape and wrapped it around Azrielmon's neck as a bandage.
"Thank you. I'll be fine!" said the elder sorcerer.
"Quick, a Ladydevimon was with him too, she's headed towards the village!" Cried the fire sorcerer in panic.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Said a mocking voice. Suddenly a horde of virus digimon blocked their way.
Meanwhile Auramon, Dricomon and Niavmon were heading back. Suddenly the healing sorceress gave a cry of pain as someone from behind grabbed her long pink hair and gave a sharp tug, pulling her head back. Her neck would've been snapped off if Dricomon hadn't boldly rushed forward and attack the virus's hand she was using to pull.
"FIRE BALL!"
the devil woman screamed as she let go to grab her hand before it burned to a crisp. All three of them gasped in such horror, It looked like she was already severely injured. she was bleeding and horribly scarred and her mini dress was in shreds.
"Ladydevimon!" the healing sorceress's eyes narrowed in anger at the devil lady and started up her attack
"Dricomon, Auramon, go!" She shouted. Ladydevimon regained her strength quickly, and just gave an evil smirk at Niavmon.
"Do you, think that's such a wise idea?" Suddenly the sorceress gasped and saw behind her ten other viruses! She would be dead before she killed half of them. She closed her eyes and concentrated hard as she tried to call her kin. "Help me, I'm outnumbered. Dricomon and Auramon are heading back to the village." She spoke telepathically. She couldn't hear a reply, but had no time to try again
Dricomon and Auramon flew a short way but were too worried about Niavmon that they crouched into the thick branches of an Oak tree and watched as Niavmon formed a glowing gold ball in her hand. "ENCHANTMENT OF LIGHT!" the whole forest lit up, Auramon and Dricomon could not see a thing, and the blinding light finally forced them to close their eyes. They heard shrill screams of agony.
"I can't look!" Dricomon whimpered, Auramon closed his eyes as well and when they opened their eyes again a couple minutes later they gasped at what they saw., the healing sorceress had taken out half of the enemies even Ladydevimon were lying limp and unmoving, they were either dead ir or were dying on the ground, but Niavmon herself was badly wounded and fell to her knees groaning.
"Very impressive, let's see if you can destroy me!" said a voice that came out of nowhere. Auramon gasped, for he had heard that voice before. Suddenly a tall digimon surrounded by bats came in. He had bluish white skin, long bright blonde hair bound back in a ponytail, and was clad in a cerulean blue suit with gold buttons on the side and tight pants, and black leather boots and gloves. He wore a long cape, darkest of crimson on the outside and scarlet red on the inside that was held together with a golden bat brooch and had large darker red batwings that were around his neck like a collar. He had a human body and face and wore a red mask with bat wings on each side of the mask across the top half of his face that brought out his steel blue eyes and last he had purple painted lips which broke into a malicious smile barring sharp teeth and two pearly white fangs. He was a vampire digimon. The two rookie digimon shuddered in horror. "Myotismon!" The sorceress replied coldly but weakly as she stood up with a bit of struggle. "I should've known it was you who sent these digimon here to kill us! If you think you can destroy me or my people that easily, you're wrong."
The vampire's grin faded, "Why not? It's no more than what your kind deserve!" He then spread his cape, "GRISLY WING!"
"INCANTATION LIGHT!" her incantation blocked his attack like a shield, destroying every single bat that charged towards her. The vampire digimon covered his eyes with his cape groaning.
"ENCHANTMENT OF LIGHT!" Shouted Niavmon throwing another gold ball and would probably be the last attack she used before her energy was gone. It hit him right in the shoulder. The vampire digimon screamed squeezing his shoulder as if it was going to fall to pieces dropping to the ground. Niavmon waited. He had fallen in defeat and was lying still, but was he really dead, or just fell unconscious? Just to be sure, the healing sorceress formed another gold ball in her hand, it was small and dim, but unfortunately she could not make it anymore powerful, and cautiously walked over to the fallen vampire. When she got close enough, she slowly leaned forward preparing to kill him. Just then she gasped startled as Myotismon quickly got up and grabbed her by the arm in less than a second; his grip was beyond firm that she thought her arm would break. He got up and pulled her to him and then thrust his head forward so he was close enough to brush his lips against her neck. Niavmon screamed so loud and with such pain that it nearly deafened the two dragon digimon as she tried to break free, but he only held her tighter as he sank his teeth into her neck and lapped up her blood.
"NIAVMON!" Dricomon screamed as she flew out of her hiding space, "Sis, don't..." Auramon cried out, but it was too late to stop her. Why aren't the rest of our people coming to help us? He thought, Azrielmon, Saramon, Enchantemon! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS? He had no choice but to fly after her, he did not want Niavmon to die, but he didn't want Dricomon to die either!
"FIRE BALL!" She shouted. Myotismon winced as the attack hit him straight in the cheek, it did not do much damage, but he let go of the sorceress who dropped to the ground half-conscious.
"GRISLY WING!" the enraged vampire shouted.
"NO!" screamed Auramon. He could not tell if the screaming was his own or his sister's, as the bats covered her, injecting their poison with their fangs and tearing savagely at her flesh like a pack of wolves feeding on a dead rabbit.
"DRAGON FIRE!" Auramon shouted nearly exhausting himself as he breathed out the biggest ball of fire he could make, but the attack only managed to disintegrate two bats out of the thousand. It's not enough! Dricomon and Niavmon were dying, and the rest of his kind was probably in danger too! He thought to himself in panic. I'm only a rookie and he's an ultimate. A tear trickled down his blue cheek. Oh if only I could digivolve, not just to save my twin sister, but the rest of my family, oh if only if only…. Suddenly he stopped; he could hear the voice of his sister, talking to him. But she was in torture! How could she be talking to him? It had to be telepathically, then!
"Brother, you cannot save me or the rest of us, but you can save yourself." "Don't say that, sis." Cried Auramon, fighting back tears. "I'm not going to abandon you, I will save you!" "You can't Auramon! Please live…. for me…for us!" he could hear her screams in the background as her telepathic voice got weaker. "Promise me you will…go on…living without us! Goodbye, brother!" Her last two words faded out that he could hardly hear them.
"NO! I LOVE YOU DRICOMON, I LOVE YOU ALL I WO……." Suddenly he did not notice a Darktyrannamon was storming from behind. He heard the oak tree behind him cracking. Auramon turned around; the dinosaur had knocked it down. He freaked out and tried to fly away, but wasn't quick enough as the trunk knocked him to the ground. There was a deafening crash and Auramon screamed in pain as the fallen tree fell on his right wing, he heard the faint sound of bones cracking and most of all the pressure pinned down not just his wing but also his whole body. Fortunately the dark dinosaur did not see him and passed by. Now his only hope was Father, Saramon and the others, he closed his eyes. "Help us, my sister and Niavmon are going to die, and I'm trapped!" He fought back his tearsas he spoke aloud. "Oh brothers please come please!"Suddenly he heard something, he could hear their voices crying out, it sounded like they were being attacked, or worse…dying! "No!" he yelled in a whimper.
"Oh what a pity they can't hear you!" Auramon looked around and saw the guy who was mocking him was a small blue and white bat (except for it's feet which looked like the feet of a bird) hovering above him. The angered dragon spat as high as he could in the air, but the bat only laughed his head off.
"DRAGON FIRE!" Who's laughing now?" Auramon sneered in a mean way as he saw the fire hit the laughing bat right in the face knocking him down. The bat looked up, half of his energy was gone, and he was covered with pink burns, but fire would not stop him.
"DEMI DART." His voice was shaking. Auramon saw orange waves floating over him; he was shocked that he wasn't feeling any pain. Instead his eyelids grew heavy and his body fell limp like a rag doll. "Sweet dreams…" Was the last thing heard from his enemy, before he lost all consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
"Get up!" said a harsh voice.
Auramon awoke at a hard rather startling slap at his right cheek. The hit made his cheek sting terribly, that he whimpered helplessly and put a hand to his face only to get slapped again on the other side. Auramon's eyes finally shot open, he had no idea how long he had been sleeping. There was a musty stench in the air and it was so dark, the only thing he could see was a dim figure of a digimon, a tall human shape with a long cape, white pearly fangs and glinting blue eyes that stared coldly into his own. He gasped,
"You!" the dragon digimon tried to bellow out angrily but it only came out in a pathetic gurgle.
"Well, what do we have here?" said the digimon standing over him. Auramon shivered as he felt the vampire's gloved hand enclose around his neck. The dragon digimon tried to move away but the demi dart had made him too weak and groggy to even stand up. He found himself gasping for air as the strange digimon lifted him into the air by the scruff as if he was a cat. He realized his amulet was still around his neck and he wondered why it still was. It was the first time Auramon looked into his enemy's face. He could not tear away his gaze, the vampire's face may have looked human, but his facial features were sharp and overly bony, and his own skin color was white and toned with pale blue hues, definitely not a human's normal skin color. Besides that frightening coldness in his blue eyes, he was one of the most beautiful looking digimon Auramon had ever seen in his life. The little dragon digimon felt a cold chill running down his spine.
"You are afraid, aren't you! I like fear you know!" the vampire digimon put his face forward; Auramon could smell old blood in his breath. Suddenly the dragon knew exactly what he was going to do, it had to be it, and he had seen it in his nightmares. He shuddered, and then the shudder turned into a deafening scream the moment he felt four sharp fangs sink deep into the scaly skin of his neck and start lapping up his blood. The vampire's tough grip made it impossible for him to break free no matter how hard he struggled. Auramon kicked furiously and slapped and scratched with his claws his enemy's face as hard as he could, but the vampire wouldn't budge, he didn't even wince in pain. After awhile Auramon's screams died down as he started to grow weaker and lose consciousness. Finally he stopped but the dragon digimon was too weak to move and was already on the verge of passing out.
"Well, Myotismon!" said another voice, the dragon digimon's ears perked, unaware that the bat that attacked him earlier was in the dungeon with them.
"He seems too weak, but I'll train him well." Myotismon answered, he then dropped the dragon who blacked out immediately after he said those words.
Auramon woke up an hour later and realized he was now alone in the cell. He tried to move but then he heard a clanking sound and there was a sharp tug that forced him back. Myotismon had chained him hand, and foot to the wall, "Murder, you killed my family, MURDERER!" Hot tears poured down his face, his neck was throbbing with pain from the bite, and not even his grief and anger could block it out. How he longed to see Dricomon's and his father Azrielmon's face, or even hear their gentle voices that always gave him great comfort, and how he longed playing games and learning things with them and the rest of his friends. But no one was there anymore to stay by his side, he was alone.
"Bastard! Murderer!" Auramon spat between choking sobs as if the vampire digimon was there. "If you think you can turn me into your henchman, you're wrong! I hate you, I HATE YOU!" he banged a fist against the wall hard. Suddenly he heard the crack of a whip. The young dragon screamed, and felt as if a hot knife blade had sliced away the flesh from his back. He turned his head and saw Myotismon outside his cell holding what looked like a crimson red lightning bolt through the bars of the door.
"You've been keeping me up all night with that racket, do I have to hit you again to shut you up?" he hollered angrily.
Auramon shook his head and lay back down shaking.
"Good!" the vampire said and he walked away from the cell.
For the next five years. Auramon found himself being forced to work for Myotismon. And often times if he would refuse to follow orders he would be taken to the dungeon and Myotismon would torture him by whip for hours. Torture from Myotismon also happened to other henchmen if they failed in a mission or disobeyed, but not as badly, especially to his top soldiers. Many times Auramon would try to escape from the tower, but no matter how clever he made his escape plans he would be caught the next day and be brought back. The burning pain of the whip was growing more and more unbearable for the little dragon. The torture often made him go mad and he would forget about the good inside of him which was always a pleasure for the vampire, but it was so astonishing not only that he was still alive, but how he would never loose his memories completely. But as the years passed by, the possibility of him becoming evil drew near. He was already getting close to digivolving again, and if he became a virus which could only happen in the ultimate stage, there would be no hope for him.
One day Auramon was relieved that Myotismon was away for a while, but since he was being closely watched by his other henchmen, he had no chance of escaping, but he was glad to be free of the vampire for the moment. It was a clear and sunny that day, as he left the tower and sat himself down in the fresh air, on the bank of a small lake. He had not looked at his reflection in so long, and gasped when he saw himself in the water. He could hardly even recognize himself; he saw a number of scars from the past whippings all over his back and stomach and even on his face which was all red and swollen, making him look like a chipmunk. He looked closely at the right side of his neck and realized it was a sickly purplish color and it still had those two puncture marks from where he got bitten. He had healed his wing though. Suddenly he saw two red flashes come up from behind, and quickly ducked and managed to miss one but the other hit him across his back, reopening one of his wounds. Auramon gave a sharp cry and dropped to the ground, as the enraged vampire walked up to him.
"Did you really think that if I was gone, you could just go out and fool around?" Myotismon snarled. "Get back to work, and if this happens again, you know what I do to worthless henchmen!"
Auramon narrowed his eyes; he was already getting sick of being treated like this. "If I've been so worthless to you why don't you banish me? Besides, you still know I'd rather be worthless than be your top henchman…" He screamed in mid sentence as Myotismon hit him again but even harder making already half of the rookie dragon's back bleed.
"I said get back to work!" the vampire bellowed. Now all Auramon could do now was nod and crawl (since his sore back would not let him get up) back to the castle, feeling so stupid that he talked back like that. Just then he stopped, why was he doing this? Why was he being so submissive towards his enemy, always shrinking back in defeat and obeying after getting punishments he did not even deserve? After all he never wanted to serve Myotismon, but he was doing it anyway! He turned around in anger and since the whipping on his back had drained away too much of his energy to use his attack, he found a sharp rock beside him, picked it up and threw it straight at the Vampire. Myotismon just laughed, despite the fact it hit him hard straight in the chest.
"Go on, do anything you can to kill me, but you know you can't!" he said mockingly. Auramon's voice turned cold.
"Now I can't, but I'll destroy you one day for what you've done to me!" the vampire only laughed harder.
"You really amuse me Auramon."
"DRAGON FIRE!" Auramon cried and surprisingly the fireball that emerged from his mouth hit the vampire right at the side of his face. Myotismon screamed and swore as he clutched with both hands the half of his face that caught fire. His black gloves put the flames out, just in time before they spread but his enemy wasn't finished yet.
"You may have killed my sister, you may have killed my father and my friends, why don't you just kill me too? I would rather die!" The rookie dragon shouted and at that moment and at that moment leapt into the air and began to fly off but Myotismon took his hands from his face and grabbed the little dragon by the tail, yanking him forward. Auramon gasped in horror as he saw what his fire attack had done, on one side the vampire's face half of his mask had burned to dust and was gone, the white skin was a ugly burnt yellow brown and all wrinkled and twisted in a hideous matter and one nostril and the eyeball was gone leaving a dark socket, but he was even more horrified when all of it disappeared and his face looked perfectly normal as if he had not gotten burned at all.
Myotismon threw the blue dragon onto the ground knocking the wind out of him and picked up his crimson bolt whip which he had dropped and raised it in the air. Myotismon cracked his lightning bolt and whipped the dragon three times his hardest across his face using all his strength out of anger at each hit.
"You fool!" Myotismon shouted as he raised his whip to strike him again. "You're nothing but a pathetic weakling! And a stupid one, against me! If you attack me again it will be your last!"
And Auramon screamed in agony, he felt like his face was on fire, the stinging flames burning his flesh till it wrinkled and then consuming his bones as the Vampire hit him again and even harder than before, and he did not stop. .
The darkness faded slowly and Auramon saw a strange star of light appear above him. He could still feel the unbearable pain through out his face as if Myotismon was still whipping him, but his screaming voice was gone and he felt limp and weak like a corpse. He slowly opened his swollen eyes shaking. Who knew how long he had been sleeping but he was woken up quickly, still tortured and traumatized by the stinging pain in his face. He was back in his cell lying on a bed of straw. His entire face felt wet and sticky as if someone had poured a liquid substance all over his face and he tasted the salty blood. Even though he could not see, he could already imagine his face as it was now, skin split open revealing series of deep ugly welts across but the whole thing was covered with blood. He couldn't see through his left eye and overall it felt like Myotismon's whip had ripped off his face completely. He never thought he'd wake up again after what had happened. How could he have been so stupid? Although he despised Myotismon so much, he was only a rookie digimon, weak and helpless compared to an ultimate like him, and not only that, this wasn't the first he had tried to resist him! Tears fell down his bloody face making the pain worse. It was hopeless for him! On the other hand, he wanted to die, to end this life of his, so was it really such an unwise decision? . Just then he heard his door burst open and Demidevimon came in swearing under his breath as he brought bandages, sewing thread and a gourd of none too clear water. The blue dragon did not bother to open his eyes and turn around, neither did he notice the bat digimon's shrieks of terror when he saw him, and if he did, he ignored it. The blue dragon groaned as the bat digimon grabbed him none too gently dragging him across the floor and Auramon soon found himself forced to sit up against a wall.
"Ugh!" Demidevimon complained, staring at the rookie dragon's face and glancing at the pool of blood. "Idiot! Why couldn't you just die? Then I wouldn't have to clean up this disgusting mess!"
Auramon said nothing in response; the only thing that ran through his mind was all the pain and agony in his face! The bat digimon spread out one of the bandages, picked up the gourd with his two claws and poured all the water in it over the cloth. He then took the wet bandage and wrapped it about the dragon's face, Auramon felt a little suffocated, and there were only narrow gaps in the places where his mouth and nose were. When Demidevimon had finished wrapping and grabbed the extra bandages and the drinking gourd and gave one last look at the rookie dragon before he was out the door.
"Don't even think about thanking me!" He said coldly, "If you get disfigured and ugly, that's your own problem!" And with that he flew out and slammed the door behind him.
After a month had passed, Auramon had the strength to get up. His face except for his right eye was covered completely in bandages. He couldn't move his jaws except maybe open them a couple inches, the tight bindings of the bandage kept them clamped together. He at least was able to drink water and tea, but fluids was all he could take in to keep himself alive and after a month or so he had grown alarmingly thin and half-dehydrated.,
it was bright and sunny, that day that for the first time his whole cell lit up! He felt somewhat parched and took a big drink from his bowl of water. When he finished there was still enough water left to show his reflection. Out of curiosity and yet very uneasy at the same time, he stepped back and carefully undid the bandages. When the wrappings were removed, he looked back into his bowl and almost cried out in horror, shocked and terrorized at what he saw. Shaking a little, he walked back and looked at himself again, this time forcing himself to stay where he was. The top half of his face looked normal, his left eye was still closed though and it looked swollen, but on the right side on the bottom half of his face, he looked grossly scarred. His skin in that area, once blue was now a sickening purplish yellow, as wrinkled as a sun dried prune and was split open like a skin peel all the way and in the gap where his skin split was a thin layer of flesh left that was bumpy and wrinkled and it's color an unhealthy purple crimson. He had three of those ugly marks across the bottom half of his face and he inhaled sharply in disgust as he saw a hint of blood slowly oozing out of them! And then when he took off the last wrapping (practically tore it of until it came down in shreds because it was hard to undo the knots) that bound his jaws he could not even gasp, nor could he scream! Was he fated to have these hideous scars forever? The other permanent scars on the rest of his body, mostly on his back, were rather ugly too but they were nothing compared to these! Auramon could almost see Myotismon behind his reflection, laughing and telling him how stupid he had been trying to fight a digimon that was stronger than him, and this was what he got for it, hideous scars! Enraged, he finally slapped hard at the water to block out the image and turned away from the bowl. He sank to the floor and hung his head in defeat, in the end it seemed like his only choice left was to serve his master! Fevered tears poured down his face as kept touching the scars tracing them across his face. Ugliness was a curse to digimon in the digital world. Although not all digimon were good looking, those who did look like him or even worse were either scorned and jeered at, or just feared by others. Those who did not look beautiful or at least normal were outcasts. It was cruel, but that was the way of it, and even if he weren't deformed, because he was a slave, probably those who resisted Myotismon would turn on him! Forever would he have it so it reminded him what would happen to other digimon if he ever became evil!
As the years went by, the light was leaving the young dragon, and he started to become more obedient to his master. As if the once good Auramon was now being buried away deep inside him, and only behind the evil mask, he knew Myotismon was still his sworn enemy. One night Auramon woke up in his headquarters. His stomach was feeling rather queasy as if he had eaten something spoiled and there was a familiar tingling running through his body. Suddenly he jumped up excitedly and could not control himself. "AURAMON DIGIVOLVE TO…." His tail shrunk into nothing, his wings and scales fell out as he grew nearly three feet taller than his normal size into a human shape.
"WIZARDMON!" he said in a voice that was much deeper and manlier like. Wizardmon examined his new form gasping with pleasure. He was a four foot five humanoid digimon with long straw-colored hair that was tied back in a loose ponytail, the same light blue skin, and he was clad in a tan-colored jumpsuit with crazy zip-up pockets, he wore brown gloves and boots with gold crescent moon buckles and a long cape that was dark blue and on the inside were strange gold symbols. On his head he wore a dark blue pointed wizards hat with a white skull in the center. Most of all, he carried a staff, a thick wooden pole with a shiny golden sun on the top. He was more humanlike now, on his way to a sorcerer. Except for his face which was round with childish features, with no nose and a wide mouth. The wizard admired his new look, but then again, he still had the scars that Myotismon had given him a long time ago! And worse he had a mouth that was sewn together with black threads, and yet he could still freely open his jaws. It was such an odd feature! Although he had in a way stopped caring when the other henchmen gasped and whispered to each other whenever he passed by, it still hurt him nonetheless that he looked so disfigured, even if he didn't have these scars, there was his stitched mouth. He ripped off a long strip of his cape, and wrapped it around his mouth covering the scars and his whole face with the strip of cloth. The only two things that could be seen were his deep green eyes. It did not make him look any better but at least no one would see the scars or stitched mouth! Now that he had digivolved to champion, it was just one more stage before he would become a virus. He sat on the ground, pushed back his bangs and traced the old family scar on his forehead. The mark was still there. He could not forget the digimon he was before all this, as much as he could not forget his people, but his memories before he met Myotismon had been withering away over the years; it now felt like there were two digimon inside of him fighting each other, Auramon the sorcerer's son and the Auramon who's loyalties lie with Myotismon and both sides were battling against each other!
Another year later, Wizardmon still did not become one of Myotismon's top henchmen, but the vampire took his trust in the wizard that he would start obeying his orders and no longer called on his other henchmen to keep an eye on him. Wizardmon's major job became healing of other henchman (if they got wounded by other digimon, if the got hurt by Myotismon, the wizard would not be allowed to see them.). All he knew now was that he was Myotismon's servant and would be loyal to no one but Myotismon forever.
A young boy awoke at the sound of chirping crickets, not that he was afraid of the noise but back at home in a big city, you could hardly hear the sound of animals! He could not remember much except that he was playing with his three-year old sister and two alien gizmo devices appeared almost magically on his desk next to the computer. He walked over and picked them up to look at them, and the next thing, a light came flashing out of the computer screen and he felt as if two hands grabbed him and pulled him forward so fast that he couldn't break free. He then fainted in fear and woke up to find himself in some strange forest. Slowly he sat up and pushed back his messy brown hair. It was so dark, and quiet…too quiet.
"Mom, Dad…?" he said softly.
Suddenly he heard his sister crying. He looked around frantically and saw her sitting right next to him and pointing at the sky. A strange figure was flying towards them, as the creature got closer it looked like a young boy with light blue skin, straw colored hair, wearing a thick jumpsuit cloak and a witch's hat. He could not see its face, for half of it was covered with a scarf. The boy gasped as he gathered his little sister in his arms and broke into a run.
"Where do you think you're going?" It sneered at them.
The young boy kept constantly looking over his shoulder, it was much harder to run while carrying his sister at the same time, and the monster kept coming closer and closer. Just then he stopped confused, all of a sudden he couldn't see the creature anywhere! It just disappeared in thin air. "Hello again!" Said a voice. He screamed and saw it standing right in front of him blocking their way. He turned around to run in the other direction, but the creature appeared in front of them again blocking that direction too! "NO!' he whimpered. "IT'S JUST A DREAM THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!"
"Really?' Are you sure about that?" Asked the monster casually with an evil grin behind his scarf. Tears poured down the young boy's face; his little sister was crying hysterically.
"Leave us alone, you monster!" he spat.
Wizardmon pointed his staff at the young boy and his sister. "Orders are orders, human!" he said. He looked at the two year old girl who was still sobbing. "Oh will somebody shut that kid up!" He snarled in annoyance. And he aimed for attack.
"NO, NOT MY SISTER! DON'T HURT MY SISTER!" the boy cried. "BE QUIET!" the wizard snapped at her.
The dark-haired boy held his sister close and would not let go! "No, please no!"
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Wizardmon shouted angrily "MAGICAL-" but then he stopped before he could finish, he tried to say the whole Incantation again but he seemed to choke on the words. He looked into the eyes of the two children; the girl stopped crying and looked at him. He then saw himself in the boy's place and his own sister Dricomon in place of the young girl, his memories of her coming back to him. He had lost his sister and now that poor boy was about to loose his, and then his own life. His grip got looser and looser until the sun staff dropped from his hands, making a loud thump on the ground. He stood frozen unable to even make a twitch. What's wrong with me? He thought in frustration, am I not a top henchman? Am I not a virus?
"I can't do it!" He blurted out in a tone that sounded so sad and pathetic. He hung his head in shame, "Forgive me!"
and all the two of them could do now was just stare in confusion. Just then Wizardmon lifted his head, worried that Myotismon would come and kill them himself.
"Well don't just stand there!" He snapped. "Hold up the digivices and it will reveal the portal to the real world."
"What are you talking about?" The boy asked. The Wizard pointed to the two devices he was still carrying, "hold those up and you will be able to get ba…" He was interrupted by a wicked laugh behind. All three of them gasped.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Myotismon asked in a casual tone. "Nothing, master!" Said Wizardmon.
"That's right, you are doing nothing!" the vampire snarled. "You insolent coward!" He formed a bolt of his crimson lightning in his right hand. Wizardmon stood in front of the two children like a shield.
"No, please! They did nothing wrong…..AAAAAAAAAh" the wizard cried out as Myotismon cracked his whip striking the wizard across the stomach and he did it so hard that it sent him falling on his knees and two Bakemon grabbed him by the arms and pulled him aside while another Bakemon took away his staff.
"No, don't!" Wizardmon cried as he struggled to break free. I need my staff!
"GRISLY WING!"
It was too late; the wizard watched as Myotismon's bats attacked those two kids. He could not see it happening, but their agonizing screams were so unbearable for him, that it made his head pound and could almost imagine them being eaten alive, dying such a horrible death; he closed his eyes shuddering. Finally it was all over he struggled and managed to break free of the Bakemon as he rushed over to the dead bodies. When he got closer he gasped when he saw that only one of them was lying dead on the ground it was the boy but the girl was not there, she had somehow escaped, but how did that happen? He kneeled beside the one dead body that lay in a pool of blood examining every inch of him. The boy's face was still normal looking with a few puncture marks on his cheeks but most of his skin was gone that he could see could see his bones and organs in many places. He reached out his hand to touch him, his heart feeling heavy with guilt.
"Don't!" He heard the vampire's commandment. "You've caused enough trouble already!" Wizardmon turned around and stood up, only to hunch over a little because of the pain in his stomach, his eyes gleaming with anger at Myotismon.
"I take no orders, you heartless murderer!" The vampire filled with rage and was prepared to raise his whip. Wizardmon muttered an incantation spell and his staff flew out of the Bakemon's hands and into his own in a flash. "MAGICAL GAME!" he cried and blue lightning emerged from his staff hitting Myotismon right in the chest before he could block it with his cape. It tore a hole in the vampire's jacket and there was a bloody wound. Myotismon gave a sharp groan in agony but it did not do enough to make him fall over.
"NIGHTMARE CLAW!" the vampire chanted. And in less then a second, Wizardmon's body grew heavy and his muscles became as stiff as rock, he was paralyzed! "CRIMSON LIGHTNING" the wizard was unable to cry out but he sweated and his head throbbed madly as the attack hit him. He couldn't fight back for his lips were frozen stiff. There might have been an incantation that could heal paralyzing, but he didn't know what it was or couldn't remember it. "Bakemon!" The vampire demanded as he hunched over and clutched the wound on his chest, "Lock this traitor up, I'll deal with him later!"
An Hour later, Wizardmon found himself back at the castle. He expected to be in the torture chamber but instead he was back in his headquarters, where he slept, on his bed of straw. The door was locked though and his dried bread and bowl of water was gone. He had to get out of here, but he had tried many times when he was Auramon and the Vampire would always track him down and bring him back. But he could not let himself give in to Myotismon, it had almost happened to him once! Also he was still paralyzed, unless he remembered the healing spell, he would not be able to get up and break the door open with his attack, good thing he had been holding his staff while Myotismon paralyzed him, somehow after he froze it was stuck to him. He could not move his lips but he could say it in his head. He tried to picture the time when Niavmon taught him the healing Incantations. The image was too faded; his beatings from Myotismon had washed away most of his memories. Come on! He said in his mind, the long lost words came slowly into his head, but he could only hear whispering gibberish. Finally, a small but clear sentence came to him; he could hear his own voice saying the words. But nothing happened, he felt no difference at all, he tried again but still nothing happened, just then a warm green light passed over him like a blanket, he felt like he was melting as his body got softer. "Did I mutter the wrong incantation?" He gasped; he had just moved his mouth when he said those words. Wizardmon stood up in a clumsy manner leaning on his staff; it felt so good to move again! He then pointed his staff on the door but then stopped. He would easily be caught if he went out the main entrance. He turned around and looked at his caged window, it was small, but he was certain it would be big enough for him to squeeze through. It was clear daylight outside, which gave a good chance, though Myotismon was sometimes out during the daytime, vampires could not always go outside when the sun was up because the light was not healthy for them. His "Magical Game" would not be strong enough against iron but maybe his "Thunder Ball" could break the bars. He groaned as he slowly pulled himself to his feet with his staff and lifted his hand. "THUNDER BALL!" He cried.
To be Continued……….
