Magic Pen
By Black.Haired.Angel
Well...I'm back! A year without me! Did you guys miss me? Probably not but hey!! New story on the go and I promise to at least finish this one! Its my 2007 new year resolution! I DON'T own ANYTHING that makes money i.e. big companies!! I own individual character but not who they are based on (if that makes sense)
Chapter 1
Whole new adventure
Pens. They are a useful instrument. They can either write the most moving pieces of literature or write the most encouraging letters to people who need the encouragement the most. Either way most of the times when pen write on paper, card or even skin the letters don't come alive and become reality. Or do they? I'm Imogen. I'm 18 and I'm just your average, half Japanese, Half Scottish tomboy girl who has left school and works for a living. Or so I thought I was. I never thought that I could control a destiny but the stroke of what I thought was a normal pen. This is my story of how I managed to do such a thing.
It was a week before my 18th birthday and I was in the deepest of slumbers when the most irritating but effective alarm clock rang. This alarm clock was formally known as my cell phone. I launched the cell phone across the room and fell out of bed. I managed to get onto my feet and drag myself to the bathroom as I got read to work what I thought was a normal yet unexciting day. Little did I know that day was going to be the day my whole life was changed around.
I started working cleaning possibly the biggest house ever next to Buckingham Palace. Bridget, my very over the top girlie work mate, was moaning about "undermining jobs" around the house. I often think that people sometimes reflect their name and I found out one meaning of Bridget meant "Fiery". Ironic hey? Saying that my named meant "princess" and back then I was anything but a princess
"Imogen! Morning tea time" screeched Bridget. Bridget was the complete opposite to myself. She was loud, girlie and a bit of a daddy's princess. Where I was a quiet tomboy who, despite my connections with the army I knew I had to work for a living and only got spoiled occasionally. I placed the duster neatly onto the mantelpiece beside the furniture polish. I grabbed a seat near the kitchen table as I grabbed a couple of digestive biscuits.
"One day you're going to end up tubby!" teased my work mate Tom. He often teased me about my weight. In fact he often teased me about every aspect of my life near enough. His long blond hair and blue eyes normally made girls normally fall at his feet but I refused to do so. Partly because I never liked the boy in that way. He was immature for a sixteen year old
"Yeah but I'll never be as tubby as your fingers, Stubby!" I cleverly responded.
"Shut it! Ginger nuts" snapped Tom. Its funny how he called me by the ridiculous nickname for I had long since ditched dyeing my hair red and dyed it black. I decided to not be immature and respond.
"Ignore him Imogen" said Andy. Andy was Tom's geeky older brother who was a couple of months older than me and a year older than Tom. Unlike Tom he had dark hair which he bleached blond and had hazel eyes. He was a lot taller than tom and didn't posses the stubby fingers like his younger brother.
"I'll try!" I smiled.
"Mail's here!" screamed Bridget as she brought a bundle of letters and packages to the kitchen.
"Bridget you don't have to scream" said Rich, my boss.
"Sorry!" smiled Bridget as she untied the bundle to organize the mail.
"Imogen A Randell" called Bridget as she tossed three letters towards my direction. I was stunned as I caught them. I sieved through my mail.
"Bank statement..." I sighed until I came across an unusual envelope. It was a cream colour and felt thicker than normal envelopes. On the front all that was written was "Imogen A Randell". No address. Nothing. I opened letter. Slowly tearing the envelope to make sure I didn't cause a massive rip in the envelope. Inside was a pen. It had a thick, blood red barrel and had a fountain pen nib on the end. On the side in gold, thin, curvy letters was engraved, "The magic lies within".
"Nice pen Princess" laughed Tom. I wasn't listening to his stupid comment. I was more fascinated with the pen. I looked further inside the envelope. Inside was a piece of paper, which was equally just as thick as the envelope, and also the writing was similar to that of the envelope.
'This pen is no ordinary pen. It's magic. It controls a world, which you have never visited, but you are a part of. You are a digidestined. You and another guy .You digimon is called Kamemon. The other one is Antmon. This will not make sense to you till the clock strikes twelve tonight. A child of Faith is a child, which has lived inside you and you, are that child. A child of joy is hidden in the other digidestined.' I silently read inside of me. I placed the piece of paper into my pigeonhole and continued to read my other mail, which was very ordinary. A bank statement show that I wasn't absolutely broke but nearly there and also a very early birthday card from some distant relative from Australia.
"Ok come on morning tea's over back to work. Imogen and Bridget we need the house ship shape for tonight!" Rich, over-enthusiastically, encouraged his employees.
Meanwhile, Unknowingly to me, Izzy, who I was to met, was innocently checking his email with his digimon (I'll explain about this later on) Tentomon.
"Greeting young Izzy I'm afraid we have bad news on what was to you to be a relaxing weekend. I hope you don't have any plans" said a computerized voice of Genni.
"I don't, well didn't! What's the sitch?" asked Izzy.
"Turns out we have a new destructive new force in the digiworld. Darkangelmon" explained Genni.
"I don't like the sound of that" Tentomon spoke with a mechanical sounding voice.
"Neither do I. There are two new digidestineds. You need to organize that the digidestineds such as yourself, Davis, Kari, T.K, Yolei, Cody and Ken around a computer for 7 o'clock tomorrow morning." instructed Genni.
"Why seven in the morning?" asked Izzy.
"The prophecy, will come alight midnight time in Scotland. I hope this helps," said Genni as he disappeared off the computer screen.
"Not really" sighed Izzy as he picked up his mobile phone to make some important phone calls to organize a meeting.
"You mean in the morning?" Yolei spoke as she nearly fainted in shock. Izzy nodded.
"Is any of them girls? And if so are they hot?" asked Davis. All the digidestineds turned around to give Davis a glaring look. "It was only a question!"
"We don't know anything apart from the fact they're from Scotland" sighed Izzy.
I sat on my chair flicking through all the pointless tv shows. It had been the first Friday evening I didn't have to work in a long while. Normally I would have to be helping with the weekend camp. Making sure supper was organized for the camp. Not this weekend. I glanced at my clock.
"18:30" my clock read. Suddenly my mobile phone rang. I reached over to my mobile phone.
"One new message" I read. Pressed the "open" button.
"This pen is no ordinary pen. It's magic. It controls a world, which you have never visited, but you are a part of. You are a digidestined. You and another guy .You digimon is called Kamemon. The other one is Antmon. This will not make sense to you till the clock strikes twelve tonight. A child of Faith is a child, which has lived inside you and you, are that child. A child of joy is hidden in the other digidestined. The other digidestined is closer than you think. Use the magic in the pen wisely" I read. I scrolled down to try and find out which weirdo was sending me the message. Sender unknown.
I picked up the pen from beside my desk and found a piece of paper and began to draw a star. A bright light came from the paper. So bight it almost blinded me. The star ascended from the paper.
"Wow" I sighed almost like a child. A child in amazement. The light died down and the star disappeared.
"Man I must be tired," I whispered to myself. I heard a knock at my door.
"Come in" I shouted as I hid the pen. The door slowly opened. It was only Andy.
"Hey. Can I talk to you if you're not too busy?" asked Andy. I smiled.
"No not at all. What's up?" I asked as I sat up on my chair. Andy toke his usual pew on my very messy floor.
"Well I have this friend" started Andy.
"Yes a "Friend" I'm glad you have at least one," I humorously added. Andy gave me a look, which, if looks could kill, I'd be stone cold dead. "Sorry Carry on". I began to cross my legs into an almost "meditating state".
"Well my friend, call him David, he has a major crush on his other friend call her, Suzie and she doesn't know how to tell her how he feels" explained Andy, stammering half way through it. I gave a simple smile. I knew Andy pretty well and I knew that it wasn't his friend Dave who had the girl problem. It was him who had a girl problem.
"Well I'd tell your "friend" to get some courage to talk to "Suzie" about how he feels" I said simply. I air quoted as I spoke which really annoyed Andy.
"I wish you didn't do that!" Stated Andy.
"Sorry my bad" I laughed.
"Anyway are ready to go to the cinema if you haven't forgotten about it your birthday treat for next week" stated Andy as he attempted to stand up without falling over the various junk I had in my room. He failed in his mission and feel over the cable for my strengtheners.
"Are you ok?" I asked, trying not to laugh because I was scared that he actually hurt himself.
"I'm ok! Seriously you should tidy up your room. Call it your mission for your weekend off" suggested Andy as he protected his arm, which was bleeding.
"Hey you're bleeding. Let me see that" I said as I looked at his arm. I got out the first aid kit, which I kept in my room and found antiseptic, and a bandage. I carefully bandaged his arm.
"Thanks!" Andy said as he blushed.
"Ok I'm ready" I said as I picked up my bag and jacket.
"You must be the perfect girlfriend a guy could have" joked Andy.
"What makes you say that?" I asked as I locked my room.
"You don't take forever to get ready" Andy snidely remarked. I smiled
"I do take forever on Tomboy Chic" I joked. I was Tomboy with my jeans and t-shirts. My hair left down and very long. The only girlie action I do towards my hair are straitening and dyeing it various colours. Just now it was my natural colour black.
Meanwhile, in the digiworld, again I'll explain all in good time, an evil digimon known as Darkangelmon was plotting her evil plans.
"Soon this lovely world will be mine. Tower, by Tower, Ring by Ring I will control this world. All I have to do first is to find out who these pesky digidestined from the real world are." cackled the witch.
"Your royalmon the prophecy is to come true tonight," said Demidevimon.
"Well I'll just have to speed up the prophecy. Wizardmon, Puppetmon Fancy a game with the two new digidestined?" asked Darkangelmon.
We went to Johnny Chung's after the movie, which wasn't brilliant.
"I can't believe you dragged me to see that. That has got to be the worse film I've seen in ages" I joked. Andy turned a shade of red
"All right miss movie critic I got it wrong again. I thought you liked chick flicks. Girls normally like chick flicks" Sighed Andy.
"I'm not your average girl. I prefer action films," I said. I felt the room tremble slightly.
"Andy I'm not being blond but did the room just shake?" I asked. Suddenly two, what looked like monsters appeared in the room. People started to scream. One looked like a puppet and the other looked like a wizard.
"Magical Game" screamed the wizard as all of the other people in the restaurant fainted with terror. My throat was blocked. I tried to scream but couldn't. I was scared. Frightened.
"Hello Digidestined where are you digimon loser friend" mocked the puppet.
"I don't know what you are talking about," shouted Andy. I began to shake.
"Leave us alone" I scared. Tears fell down. Tears! I never cried. Fear must have had a strong grip of me.
"Well you must be the child of faith. More like faith less. You're worthless. Imogen means princess doesn't it? You don't look like any princess I've seen," mocked the puppet.
"That's not true," shouted Andy. I sat on the floor and cried. It was true.
"Imogen! Please don't listen to him!" Whispered Andy. I couldn't speak.
"Your faith in others encouraged me! You're the most amazing girl I have ever met Imogen." encouraged Andy. I unburied my head.
"I am! You won't stop me you big puppet," I screamed. Suddenly a beam of like surrounded me. Another beam of light surrounded Andy. Two Monsters appeared before Andy and I.
"Hello Imogen! I'm Kamemon," said a monster, which looked like a Turtle. He sounded as dippy as me.
"Hey Andy! I'm Antmon," said a monster, which looked like a red ant but slightly bigger. He seamed a lot chirpier than my monster.
"Enough! Digidestined time to destroy your friend! Puppet Pummel" said the puppet as he used a hammer to attack the monsters.
"We need to digivolve," said Antmon.
"Yeah cool! Digivolve" shouted Kamemon.
"Kamemon digivolved to Gawappamon" said Kamemon as he changed into a bigger turtle, which had orange hair and a pair of headphones around his neck.
"Antmon digivolved to Allomon" said Antmon as he changed into a big blue dinosaur.
"Dynamite Head" shouted Antmon as he head butted the puppet.
"Gawappa Rapper" shouted Kamemon as she created a very distorting noise to the puppet.
"Come back Puppetmon" shouted a very mysterious female voice.
"You may have won this battle but you haven't won the war" screamed the puppet as he and the wizard disappeared. Antmon and Kamemon changed into smaller monster, which looked friendly. Andy singled Antmon to hide in his bag and I signalled for Kamemon to do the same.
"Right explain" asked Andy while we were walking back to our home.
"We are digimon, digital monster. You are digidestineds and you have been called to save our world and your own. You see years ago Malomyotismon tried to destroy our world but other digidestineds around the world destroyed him and peace was restored until recently" said Chapumon (a baby version of Kamemon)
"Wow this is so cool," said Andy. I gave him a meek smiled. I hated fighting and now I was to be involved in saving the world?
"Imogen you were given a special pen which posses magic which it links to the digiworld," said Chapumon.
"Yeah I know I drew a star and it floated around my room for about a minute," I said.
"Tonight at midnight there will be an opening to the digiworld. Be awake. The pen will be a key to the digiworld," said Gummymon (a baby version of Antmon).
"Why do I have the pen?" I asked. Both Gummymon and Chapumon shrugged their shoulder, or what was meant to be shoulders.
"Man and I thought my weekend off was going to be boring," said Andy. I gave a meek smile.
I lay on my bed. Trying hard not to fall asleep. The day whirled in my head.
"Why have I been chosen?" I whispered into the dark.