Author's Note: I do not own Digimon in anyway. Please enjoy this story of mine. I am open to any form of criticism so that it helps to improve my writing. Please read and review.
Chapter 1: It has begun
Ye, Children of Man
Thy born of human flesh
Shall answer the call of destiny
7 Chosen Ones shall rise
Vested to them are the powers to challenge the rotating wheel
With power comes consequences
If you truly wish to conquer all
You must not only be wary of the enemy your eyes perceive
But the demons within
Only then, children of man, shall you find the destination you seek
Children of man
Thou stand at the edge
You are neither angels nor demons
Yet thou possesses both their powers
Angels and Demons, it matters not
From dust and binary two worlds have risen
To dust and binary they shall return if you fail
The end draws near
Time moves on
Soon two shall become one
And light shall fade from both
Time is valuable and it is ending
If you wish to challenge fate itself
If you wish to alter the course of destiny
Then heed my call Chosen Children
Stand at the boundary alongside your power incarnates
The night was dark and the stars were not there to observe Wallace. The brown haired, tall and lean young man sighed. He wondered whether he would miss this sky. There was no guarantee that his destination held the same sky.
He adjusted his unzipped mauve hoodie revealing a white sweat shirt which he wore along with dark blue jeans. From his neck hung a pendant in the shape of a wolf's claw, which he then held near his face. Wallace had affection for such accessories. He hardly had the chance to wear them in his early lives as no one bothered to buy one for him. An object of affection that pendant was, it was also an object that brought up its fair share of memories both good and bad.
"Why do you want to just run away from everything?" He recalled the anger in the voice of the person who gifted him that pendant. Underneath that anger however was worry.
"Kyrie…" Wallace tucked the pendant under his clothes. He didn't know why but he was a nomad by nature. Restless he was, never finding any sense of satisfaction in staying at the same place for a long time. Orphaned from a young age his repeated transitions from foster home to foster home had bred in him a lack of any ability to connect himself with anyone or anything.
"Aria…" Yet a small part of his heart was aching for the two people that had treated him like a brother. He wouldn't mind being scolded. It was better than looking at the empty air around you.
"Wallace?" A shadow popped out from the bushes. Wallace turned his head and gave a slight hint of a smile.
A jet black wolf like creature slowly emerged. It's body was as black as void with hard grey armor like protrusions around the shoulders, front legs and head. It's claws were as red as fresh blood and around its head were two red glowing claw marks that served as its eyes.
"Hey there, Fangmon" the boy greeted the creature, "had a good walk?"
"Yes" the voice was quite soft- feminine to a degree. "Is Aria here yet?"
"No, not yet" Wallace decided to sit down on a nearby bench which also had his large traveler's bag on it. "The park's nice, isn't it?"
"Yes" the pitch black creature replied.
Hyde Park really was beautiful, Wallace thought. He often came here. Fangmon liked the place too especially during the night when there were no stars like this one.
He felt a refreshing wind blow through.
"It's a bit chilly" Wallace remarked though Fangmon didn't comment on it.
"You scared?" The boy asked knowing how silly that sounded.
"I should be asking you that", came the brisk reply. "Are you sure you want to go to the Digital World now?"
Wallace sighed. He was scared but at the end he really didn't care enough. "I don't know about you Digimon, but someday us humans are all gonna die and disappear. We keep telling ourselves that we're special but we're not. I don't know how long I'll live. Might as well see as much as I can while I'm alive."
"Whatever you say."
Wallace heard footsteps. He got up as he saw a petite girl; 12 years old run towards him. The girl had short black hair, a fair complexion and hazel eyes. She wore a green dress.
"Hey there, Aria" Wallace greeted the girl who stopped to catch her breath.
"You're already ready to leave?" The girl asked.
"Yeah."
There was silence as the two looked at each other. Wallace at last walked up to her, crouching so that his forehead touched hers. He put a hand on her head.
"Be good" Wallace said.
"Take me with you!" The girl suddenly had tears in her eyes. "I don't like this world. I want to go with you along with Qingmon!"
Wallace looked sad. "Sorry but you can't go." Wallace brushed her hair. "Don't worry. I'll be back and I'll take you to the Digital World one day."
Aria was happy at that prospect. "You will?"
"Yes."It was a lie. He didn't want to but he couldn't bear the sad look on her face. Happiness was momentary and never eternal.
Wallace got up and walked towards the fountain along with Fangmon. He proceeded to take out a black and grey device from his pocket. He tapped some buttons and soon the magic happened.
The fountain started to gush out water rapidly and a vertical cascading tower of water formed. The boy extended his hand as it phased through the wall of water.
"Wallace!" The boy turned as she saw the girl run up towards him with her hand reached out.
"See ya" Wallace backed up as his body started to disappear. Fangmon leapt and soon both of them disappeared.
The girl stopped as the wind died and the water flow returned to normal. She waited a bit before she left unaware of the girl who had observed all this from behind her hiding place.
"You really had to leave didn't you, Wallace?" The girl muttered as she wiped the tears around her hazel eyes and too left.
Tapping his feet in accordance to the music blaring through the headphones, the blonde young man concentrated at the singular white piece of paper which he had already dyed with black ink in his personal standard font. With the help of the music he had encapsulated himself away from the storm of undecipherable noise common during the school lunch break. This had always been his favourite spot under the large oak tree erected during a community service project by the school provided ample shade and protection. The spot was located at the edge of the school grounds so away from the greater source of noise.
As the song was reaching the upbeat part, the blonde teen stopped twirling his pen and instead started tapping the table, having synchronized his muscles to the beat from listening to it so many times. He was entranced by music and considered it one of man's greatest forms of art. Taking inspiration from the lyrics being recited he would give form to the intricate tale upon the page and unveil the message of the essay he was working on in a stunning conclusion. Such was his task and talent.
Away from the watchful eyes of people, the young blonde felt a sense of security. He started to hum. He was not used to singing in a group or being critiqued and was quite shy about it. The emotions hidden in the lyrics and the beat were encouraging him. "Sing with us" and he did. He recited the words and synchronized his voice with the phantom singer. Hypnotized by the cadence of the song he closed his eyes and sang along in his soft yet harmonious voice. He felt like he existed in a different plane away from this Earth. This was his brief moment of elation.
As last words were said and the music slowly died away he could hear the rustling of leaves. As the foliage descended upon the earth like drifting feathers the young man had heard all that was needed. He knew what to write. The story was entitled "Reunion" and the story was that of a girl waiting for her lover who had gone to war with the promise that upon his return the two would marry each other. The setting was simple enough and the writer knew how it would end. The boy would die and return as a dead body and the marriage ceremony that the girl dreamed would be a funeral procession. That would be their reunion. The boy couldn't find it in himself to end it in a happy note. Such happiness was unreal.
"Seriously, Noel. It's just an English assignment."
She seemed a part of the light. It was the voice that surprised him and woke him from his moment of euphoria.
"Julia… you were watching?" Noel asked.
The girl smiled a smile which served to compliment her heart shaped face and radiant complexion. "Your singing is really wonderful."
Julia "Jules" Verde was Noel Keith's childhood friend having attended the same primary school. As long as he could remember Julia had always been beautiful even when she was young with flowing chestnut hair, the bangs resting on her forehead and striking violet eyes that sparkled like gem stones. She always bore a smile on her face and her caring and responsible attitude had made the young blonde look up to her as an older sister.
"Guess I should feel lucky for being able to hear that voice of yours" Julia joked. "Cause you hardly sing in front of anyone".
It was true though. Noel Keith, 17, was of average height and of a scrawny build. An introvert and a thinker, Noel, if allowed, could spend his days inside passing his time by thinking of anything he considers worth thinking about and reading any book within hand's reach. As a result Noel avoids contact with anyone outside of his small circle of confidants. Truth is that he isn't really interested in making friends and not that he lacked the ability to befriend someone.
"Savor it" Noel replied.
"Speaking of savoring things" Julia pushed a tray towards the male teen, "here's your pizza. Savor it".
Noel took the tray for himself and slowly took up a slice towards his mouth. The cheese was still fresh along with the anchovies and mushroom. He was careful so as it would not come apart. His delicate handling soon bore fruit as he gripped the delicacy between his teeth and tore into it. He then slowly chewed with the girl watching him.
"I'll never understand you" Julia remarked.
The teen kept on chewing- an act to annoy the girl. When he was done he replied, "You're a vegetarian. How are you alive?" Noel pointed to the vegetable salad the girl opposite to him was dining on.
"Stereotype" Julia replied to which Noel smirked.
They tried to observe the rest of their lunch in silence but lady fate had other plans.
Noel felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned back to look at its owner and a saw a young man with tanned skin who was much taller and stockier than him. His messy, jet black hair was like a mop over his head and he had a small goatee.
"Ain't ya gonna share with your best buddy in the world, Noel?" It was Hiran Kumar, a Sri Lankan exchange student. As evidenced by his rugged body, Hiran was an avid football player who quickly rose to fame with his easy going persona and skills as a top defender for the school football team. His prowess as an athlete was remarkable excelling in sprinting and occasionally wrestling if he felt up to it. Although a bit loud and boisterous, he had a good heart which may have been the only explanation as to how he ended up as one of Noel's friends. That and the fact that Noel was the only one to regularly help him regarding studies.
"Jump off a cliff" came Noel's straight faced answer.
"Sheesh" Hiran shrugged, "to call you a friend".
"Call me whatever you want. Just let me eat my food" Noel dived ravenously into the delicacy.
"Man, you're so heartless" Hiran commented brushing his long hair back. "Where's Eric?"
"You're the last one I expected to ask for my presence" Eric Dunbar, a tall 17 year old youth with a fair complexion and neatly combed brown hair made his way towards the group. His piercing black eyes and sharp cut features of his face gave off an intellectual vibe which was not at all wrong. Eric was a prodigy, specializing in computers and mathematics. Though his knowledge extended even further to the likes of art and writing which resulted in Noel and him becoming fast friends and having long winded conversations.
"Don't get used to it" Hiran replied earning a smirk in return from Eric. It was impossible to say what really constituted the friendship between those two. Their common interest lied on their love for football. While Eric didn't play often both were avid fans and often Eric made time to help the Sri Lankan improve his game.
"Well since everyone's here" the Sri Lankan began, "I'd like to say something. I have a football match next week and would like to invite you guys there."
"That's all?" Eric asked sporting an incredulous look on his face.
"Yeah, that's all", came the reply.
"Okay, I'm going" Eric replied to which Hiran smiled.
"Me too" Julia perked up at the thought.
"So that only leaves….."
He didn't want to go, but he couldn't say that could he?
"I'll think about it" Noel tried to give a convincing smile.
"Fine" Hiran grunted a bit. It was hard to lie to people who knew you well enough.
"C'mon" Eric nudged, "you could use the sun…. and a ball to the face". The remark was met with mock laughter by the one at whom it was aimed at.
"Sorry" Noel looked away, "just don't feel like it".
"Yeah whatever" The Sri Lankan student shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey guys" Julia took the lead before the conversation would turn even more somber. "Class is about to resume".
"Yeah. I kind of have a watch Miss Obvious and I can read it" the techie showed off his expensive silver watch.
"Show-off" Julia said deadpan.
"Ass" Hiran said deadpan.
Noel remained oblivious to it all though. It was the same during the next set of classes. "Like clockwork" he thought. When the blessed bell had sounded Noel impatiently ran back home. He wanted to stay away from people. He couldn't say why. It was in his nature. He hated crowded places.
"Oh, you're home Noel" Ms Keith was alerted by the creaking of the door and glimpsed her son coming in.
"Yeah, Mom" Noel replied in a voice barely audible. He made his way to his room.
He slumped onto his bed and pretended to sleep. In reality he was thinking.
He was thinking of death.
He wondered whether it would be like sleeping forever. Or would it be like wandering like a person who had lost both his senses of hearing and sight? What was the afterlife like anyways?
He could find out.
"Noel" the voice was faint and yet it freed the boy from his thoughts. He wasn't startled. He knew who the voice belonged to.
"Bokhramon? What's up?" Noel tried to smile at the creature which seemed to have been hiding under his bed. Said creature was a much smaller variant of a mountain goat. Its snow white fur gave away its kindhearted nature along with its eyes- a shade similar to that of a bright sunny sky. It had two long black horns which had one silver ring on each one and over its white fur was a layer of black fur acting as a coat of sorts.
"Nothing much" came the timid reply, "are you feeling all right?"
The creature called itself a "Digimon" short for a Digital Monster. It had been a few years since the creature came into his household. Noel was hesitant but didn't succeed in getting rid of it. The blonde boy found it odd that his mother consented to keeping a digital goat monster in the house. Could be that being a digital life form meant that basic needs needn't be met. Bokhramon could take care of itself. It explained about the Digital World, the place where it originated from, and that it along with 6 other creatures were sent to the human world to look for humans to partner with.
"Just a bit sleepy" Noel tried to smile, "don't worry about it". Although he was against the idea of letting the strange digital life form live in his house, at the present he couldn't say that he had any problems. Bokhramon had grown on him. The idea of bonding to a goat was very strange indeed- and that was not getting into the idea of journeying with said goat into an unknown world with some unknown people that probably had wolves and dragons for partners in order to fight some unknown evil. Also equally, if not more strange, was the device Bokhramon gave to him, which much to Noel's surprise (not) was called a Digivice. He wondered what it did. If he found out that the thing allowed him to transform into some Power Ranger wannabe he would instantly resign from the whole "Chosen Children" business. Although it would be cool. Especially if there were giant robot battles.
"If you say so" the goat relented.
"Bokhramon?" The Digimon perked up at the sound of its name.
"Yes, Noel?"
"Do you miss your friends?"
The Digimon nodded but didn't look sad for some strange reason. "I do miss them, but I have you as a friend. Whenever you're here I feel happy".
"You see me as a friend?" Noel was bewildered. "I thought you just needed us humans so that you could gain more strength?"
"That doesn't mean we can't be friends" Bokhramon tilted its head.
"Can an accumulation of data feel emotion and understand such abstract thoughts?" Noel thought. Is a being like Bokhramon really alive? He could only think that Digimon were but paradoxical creatures. It was at that moment that he realized where his line of thinking was leading him to.
"I'm sorry, Bokhramon" Noel blurted out.
The recipient of the apology appeared confused. "You didn't do anything wrong".
"I haven't been a good friend to you".
"You did care for me and show concern" Bokhramon began, "I don't know how humans make friends, but if you truly care for someone then he or she isn't a stranger. He or she could only be your friend."
Noel smiled. "Yeah I guess so". The outlook of life was simple and yet deep. He drifted back to sleep which suddenly came easy now that he was not flooded with thoughts. Bokhramon went back under his shelter.
It was sudden.
The world started to shake.
"Woah, what the heck?" Noel was dumbfounded by the quake as he fell to the ground from his bed. The effects of sleep were still there rendering his motions and thinking sluggish.
"Noel!" Bokhramon cried or more like bleated.
The shaking was huge. Noel thought for a second- a very frightening second- that the house would fall apart. An earthquake like this in London was unprecedented. The strength at which the ground was vibrating was calamitous. When the shaking seemed to have gained a rhythm and the effects of sleep having completely left, the boys' thoughts shifted.
"Mom!" Noel was screaming at the top of his lungs. "Mom!" He shouted once more as he made a break for it. Bokhramon was close at his heels crying his name.
"Mom!" Noel saw his mother crouching under the table. Dishes that lined the table were now strewn across the expensive carpet. He slowed down. The shaking had died down. He had to be careful of aftershocks though.
When the ground had showed no signs of revolting Noel slowly approached Ms Keith and helped her up. He quickly searched for any injuries his mother had sustained.
"Are you hurt? Did your skin get cut? Should I call a doc-"
"I'm okay" Ms Keith gave a soft smile so that her point could get across to her son.
"Are you sure?" Noel wasn't convinced.
Ms Keith nodded. "I'm sure, dear".
Noel then proceeded to help his mother clean the floor.
"I wonder what the damage to the city is like" Ms Keith pondered brushing away her golden blonde hair from her face as she swept the floor.
Noel worked on silently. He was almost done on his end when…
"An aftershock?" Noel felt the shaking again.
"Noel" Bokhramon, who had been silent for so long, spoke up. "I sense something."
The duo made their way outside.
"Do you see that Noel?" Bokhramon steeled himself.
Noel nodded nervously. He couldn't miss it after all.
It was not every day you saw two giant dragon Digimon duke it out in the middle of London…..