Well, this is my first real attempt at making a digimon fic ^_^ Wish me luck and please r&r.
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It was another morning in the digital world. No different, just like any other. A thick mist began rising, as it had always done at this time on the Folder continent. It was a rare sight to behold, for seeing a digimon at this time of day, was nearly unheard of. The dark cracks and crevices that lie amongst the mountains ranges of Data, a region in the northern-most quadrant of digital world. A new evil resides in these mountains, and the remainder of the world sits blindly, unaware of the approaching darkness.
"Ahh, the time for the rebirth is so near," said a deep, menacing voice, "that I can already taste the blood that will be spilled across the soil of the digital world."
"Indeed… The prophecy is nearing completion," spoke another, this one being more feminine, more sinister. "They won't even know what hit them…"
The two beings laughed inside the sealed catacomb's of the mountain's, creating an echo that could be heard miles away.
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Elsewhere, a young boy, nearing his teenage years, dashes around a corner, panting, and not daring to look back. Proceeding him, an overweight man, obviously chasing him and cursing.
"GET BACK HERE, KID!" he shouted. "I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT!"
The kid ignored that statement made by the man, who appeared to be a baker, and kept running. He approached a ladder, which was several feet higher than he could reach. After a failed attempt, the baker had caught his breath and continued chasing the young boy. The witty boy climbed on top of a closed dumpster, and propelled himself towards the ladder, catching on only by his right arm. He pulled himself up, barely, and manager to get foot-hold, and as both arms grappled the ladder he began to ascend to the roof.
"DAMN KID, IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN!"
The boy, now out of danger, continued walking until he reached a giant advertisement poster, which he hid behind and reached into his backpack. He pulled out a large piece of bread and slowly broke off several small pieces, apparently savoring its flavor. The boy looked to be about 12 years old, though his bones were clearly noticeable due to hunger. He wore a tattered black shirt, which appeared to be non-Brand name clothing. His lower portion was covered by torn jeans, and the crumbs of his stolen meal.
"That one was close, eh buddy?" spoke the pre-teen.
A small round entity began to emerge from the same backpack as the bread had been stored.
"Hey Takashi? Ummmm… Can we please not do that again?" squeaked the creature.
"Well Akumon, I doubt it. We need some way of getting food"
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"Almost time… The egg is nearing its hatching…" said the feminine voice. "Only a little while longer"
"Almost…" repeated the deep male voice.
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It was another morning in the digital world. No different, just like any other. A thick mist began rising, as it had always done at this time on the Folder continent. It was a rare sight to behold, for seeing a digimon at this time of day, was nearly unheard of. The dark cracks and crevices that lie amongst the mountains ranges of Data, a region in the northern-most quadrant of digital world. A new evil resides in these mountains, and the remainder of the world sits blindly, unaware of the approaching darkness.
"Ahh, the time for the rebirth is so near," said a deep, menacing voice, "that I can already taste the blood that will be spilled across the soil of the digital world."
"Indeed… The prophecy is nearing completion," spoke another, this one being more feminine, more sinister. "They won't even know what hit them…"
The two beings laughed inside the sealed catacomb's of the mountain's, creating an echo that could be heard miles away.
***
Elsewhere, a young boy, nearing his teenage years, dashes around a corner, panting, and not daring to look back. Proceeding him, an overweight man, obviously chasing him and cursing.
"GET BACK HERE, KID!" he shouted. "I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT!"
The kid ignored that statement made by the man, who appeared to be a baker, and kept running. He approached a ladder, which was several feet higher than he could reach. After a failed attempt, the baker had caught his breath and continued chasing the young boy. The witty boy climbed on top of a closed dumpster, and propelled himself towards the ladder, catching on only by his right arm. He pulled himself up, barely, and manager to get foot-hold, and as both arms grappled the ladder he began to ascend to the roof.
"DAMN KID, IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN!"
The boy, now out of danger, continued walking until he reached a giant advertisement poster, which he hid behind and reached into his backpack. He pulled out a large piece of bread and slowly broke off several small pieces, apparently savoring its flavor. The boy looked to be about 12 years old, though his bones were clearly noticeable due to hunger. He wore a tattered black shirt, which appeared to be non-Brand name clothing. His lower portion was covered by torn jeans, and the crumbs of his stolen meal.
"That one was close, eh buddy?" spoke the pre-teen.
A small round entity began to emerge from the same backpack as the bread had been stored.
"Hey Takashi? Ummmm… Can we please not do that again?" squeaked the creature.
"Well Akumon, I doubt it. We need some way of getting food"
***
"Almost time… The egg is nearing its hatching…" said the feminine voice. "Only a little while longer"
"Almost…" repeated the deep male voice.