Me: Welcome to my newest story, A Partner's Redemption! Now, since I've gotten better at writing, this is a slight rewrite of a story, modifying how my deleted story was.
Zatara: Yay! I've got my story out!
Itzal: …
Zatara: You're mean. Reader does not own Digimon or me, only Itzal! I am owned by Reader's friend!
Itzal: …
Me: Sheesh you're quiet.
Five Years Ago
Zatara's POV
I look up to the sky, blinded by a bright light that penetrates the dark clouds. I blink, trying to see if I'm dazed. Strange creatures are being pulled into a golden ring of light in the sky that is clearing the air of any darkness.
One creature catches my attention more than any other. It is larger than most of them, with a human stature and heavy muscles. It is a red scaled dragon of sorts, staring sadly at something in his hand. He clutches it to his chest before he passes through the ring, disappearing from sight.
The sound of people shouting drags my attention away from the window of the hospital my dad works in. A group of people, including my dad, are around a rolling stretcher, pushing it to the Emergency Room. In a gap, I can see the occupant.
He is a boy of ten years, my age, with long black hair. He is very pale, and his eyes are shut. Some of the doctors shout about bleeding and his abdomen, and I see why. The sight has me ready to throw up.
Even from my angle of sight, I can tell something went straight through the boy completely. The crimson liquid is flowing rapidly out of the wound, and his shirt and skin are both burned around it. The position of the wound is just below his rib cage, and I know he is unlikely to survive.
I sit down in a chair to wait for my dad, and before I know it, I'm fast asleep.
"Zatara," my dad mutters, shaking me out of my sleep. "Hi honey." I smile, rubbing my eyes with a fist.
"Dad, how is that boy?" Obviously, dad did not expect the question based off of his expression. "I saw him when he was brought in. Is he alright?"
"Y-Yes, he is. I was a little surprised, but we managed to save him through some miracle. But he went to sleep, and may sleep for a long time, baby."
"What does that mean?" Dad chuckles, giving me a hug. But his frown betrays the small laugh. "Is it bad?"
"In a way. He is in a state called a coma. It is when his brain won't work right, so he needs to be attached to machines to breath and get water. He could be like this for anywhere from a few hours to several months."
"Oh." I wrap my arms around his neck, still tired, and he picks me up, carrying me outside into the night and to the vehicle. He buckles me up in the back seat before getting into the front, driving off.
We live a good ten minutes away, so I stay quiet for the first three. "Did the boy wake up at all," I ask on the fourth minute.
"After the surgery that the others performed to make him better, I was attaching paper nodes to his head, so I could keep track of his brain. He woke up for a few seconds and said one thing before he entered his coma."
"What did he say?"
Dad sighs again, since I'm asking so much. "It was really a question. He wanted to know where something called Dorbickmon is."
"Dorbickmon? That's a funny word." But even as dad begins to talk a little bit more, my mind wanders to the dragon I had seen. Are you Dorbickmon, I wonder. I get the weird feeling that I may be in for some adventure, but in truth, I never knew how greatly I would be changed in a few years.
Me: And there is the prologue.
Itzal: …
Zatara: Aw, cheer up, Itzal! At least you aren't dead!
Me: You certainly try to be charismatic, don't you?
Zatara: I try.