Posted on: September 8th, 2009
Fc: -laughs- I don't know what this is really. I was uber bored over the summer, and only just got around to finishing this. I may expand on it, I may not. I like it though.
Warrior of Flame
Agunimon opened his eyes slowly, pain coursing through his body. Every inch of his body ached. He couldn't move at all due to his various injuries, which left him lying on the ground helpless. He soon found himself breathing hard for lack of air. His chest armor had been dented in such a way that his lungs were being crushed. He had to get the armor off somehow.
He gingerly moved his right hand to his side and began clawing at the armor. Luckily it was damaged enough that it broke away easily, releasing the pressure on his chest. Agunimon inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. He lay still letting the increased airflow into his body.
Where was he anyhow? Agunimon painfully pushed himself upright, trying to ignore the searing pain in his sides. His bright blue eyes scanned the area quickly. The air… It was foreign to him. He wasn't in the grassy spans of the Digital Plains anymore. Thick, lush foliage surrounded him, leaving the Warrior to the conclusion he was deep within a temperate forest.
But how? The last he remembered was fighting that evil sorceress Kuzuhamon with Lobomon and Kazemon. Agunimon ran his hand through his wild blonde hair, trying to think. Kuzuhamon had set fire to the dry grass, entrapping Lobomon. Kazemon had tried to rescue him, but her attack on the flames only made them worse. He remembered going after the demon fox Digimon.
He rubbed his temples trying to sort out what had happened. Part of his face mask crumbled and fell away. Agunimon blinked, holding the pieces in his hands. What kind of attack could damage his armor this severely, and still let him live? The warrior shook his head, letting everything slowly sink in. Whatever had happened did happen, he couldn't change that. All that mattered now was finding a way back to help his friends.
The Warrior of Flame sighed heavily. He had to get up, get moving. Lobomon and Kazemon were formidable yet Kuzuhamon was a mega level demonic Digimon. When he was still with them, they were losing… He gritted his teeth and tried to stand. He struggled to his feet, gasping. He staggered, grabbing onto a maple tree for support. I'm weaker than I realized.
Agunimon steadied himself against the sturdy tree. He inhaled and took a tentative step. His legs couldn't support his weight anymore, sending the warrior back to his knees. He panted, tears of agony forming in his eyes. He had to be strong. He had to figure out how to get back… but how?
He somehow managed to pull himself back to his feet, leaning against the maple tree heavily. His breath came in short, ragged bursts. Whatever attack had hit him had totally drained the Flame Warrior of energy and heavily damaged his armor. He couldn't make it back, not like this.
Moriko steadily drove the wagon through the densest parts of the forest. She knew the path better than anyone else, having been born and raised in the forest. Her name literally meant "Forest Child", and in a sense she was. Her family lived in the woods for many years, owning and maintaining an inn for weary travelers.
The woods didn't frighten her like it did so many others. Her horse for example, was easily spooked by the forest's hidden occupants. He may be a big, strong, shire horse, but he would freak out if a squirrel crossed his path. Moriko on the other hand enjoyed the forest animals and all of the secrets they held.
Today, there was something that felt off about the air. Something… Something had disturbed the forest's natural calm. Moriko slowed her dark chestnut stallion to a stop. "Steady boy," She said firmly, climbing down from the wagon.
Moriko quietly crept into the brush, straining to hear any signs of life. Up until this point the forest had been alive with the chatter of birds, squirrels and other animals. Now the forest was deathly silent. She slowly approached a clearing in the trees, hearing what sounded like something moving through the undergrowth. She brushed her long dark brown hair away from her eyes and peeked around a tree.
A man stood leaning against a maple tree. His sides were heaving heavily, and he looked like he had been in a pretty nasty fight. From where she stood, he looked to be about 20 to 22, close to her own age. His long blonde hair cascaded down his back in matted tangles. He had the remains of scarlet armor hanging off his arms and legs. More fragmented pieces lay scattered about on the forest floor. He appeared to be a soldier of some sort.
Maybe he's with the Calcohen royal guard… Moriko thought suddenly. If he was, she had to help him. They were the only ones who could protect her homeland from the horrible Mitsu'nai invaders. If he wasn't, she could very well be sentenced with treason against the capital and put to death. She cringed, that was not a nice image.
She held her breath as she watched the man from afar. He didn't seem hostile… just hurt. She made up her mind. Moriko stepped out from behind her hiding place. The man noticed her presence and stiffened, his feral looking blue eyes watching her more intently than a hawk, searching for danger.
"Hi, I'm Moriko. Do you need help?" she asked kindly, extending a hand to show she meant him no harm.
The man said nothing, studying her.
"Do you need help?" she repeated to the silent warrior. Still nothing. "Do you understand English!?"
He blinked. "What- What is this place?" he asked quietly, his tone sounding lost, with a hint of fear.
She smiled softly, moving closer to the man. "You're in the middle of Calcoha Forest." His expression turned into one of confusion. "What's wrong? Are you lost?" She asked softly.
His eyes shifted from her to the ground. She caught a flicker of fear and sadness in his fierce eyes. His inner pain became evident as tears welled in his eyes. He shook his head slowly. He gasped, his grip on the tree loosening. He fell to his knees, clutching his sides.
Moriko knelt beside the warrior. "Are you alright?"
He shook his head softly as he pulled his hand away from his side. Blood covered his fingers, shimmering with a hue of blue data. He looked at her weakly; fatigue finally catching him.
"Who are you?" she asked, voice barely a whisper.
He locked eyes with her, face paling. "I am, the Warrior of Flame."
This is one of MANY One-Shots and half written fics I have cluttering my document folders. (I'm such a pack rat, I have stuff from elementary school still), ANYWHO, I may post more of them over time. I may not. depends on my mood and feeling of the ficlets in question. Not the point, if you like this and want to see more of it or more of my little ficlets, just tell me!