Author's Notes: Thanks to the people who reviewed: Lord Pata and Kyer. I will be continuing this. For how long, I don't know, but I'll finish it.

I don't own Digimon. I don't think anyone here in Fanfiction does.


Chapter 2: The Beginning of the End

Wizardmon looked at Tokyo sprawled before him from his vantage point high on the top the Radio Tower, disgust evident in his emerald eyes. Too long had these humans been given free rein to do what they want, he thought. They've had their chance, and they blew it. They are unforgivable. They must be punished.

But Wizardmon was far from foolish. Two hundred years had given him a cool and calculating mind. He knew better than to rashly attack. Even though, without crests, these humans couldn't digivolve their slaves to Ultimate or Mega, six billion or so Champions, or even Babies for that matter, was more than he could handle. Of course, Wizardmon had no intention of a frontal assault…yet. His revolution would begin like all great revolutions: small and in the shadows, operating by deceit rather than brute force.

How to begin, Wizardmon thought. First I'll need to build up my strength. The humans themselves are pathetic, much of their technology having grown stagnant with the existence of digimon to do their dirty work for them. But the partner digimon's loyalty is unshakeable. They would be the real problem, and Wizardmon didn't think he'd be able to coerce more than a tiny fraction of the partnered digimon to join him.

Of course, there were the Outsiders and Outcasts. Outsiders were wild digimon, without a master. Outcasts were digimon discarded by their masters for whatever reason. Though many of them still remained fanatically loyal to their masters in absentia, there were quite a few who adopted a lifestyle similar to the Outsiders. They could be persuaded. And then there were the Sovereigns. They were powerful, but Wizardmon doubted that they would join either side, except maybe with advice or other indirect means. Even in the dark days of Malomyotismon, they had not taken a direct hand. Wizardmon nodded. They should not be a big problem.

First then, Wizardmon supposed, was the secretly sway as many Outsiders and Outcasts to join his side as possible. This he could do in spirit form. Then he would try to reach out to any partner digimon. He had to be extra cautious in who he attempted to enlist, or his revolution would fail. After that he would need to get his body back. This also had to be done in secret. Finally he would unleash his grand crusade upon the humans and punish them for what they did to the digimon. He lamented over the fact that many loyal digimon would be killed as well, but if there was no other way, Wizardmon would delete them himself.

However, the partnered digimon still far outnumbered any army Wizardmon could marshal, even if all the Outcasts and Outsiders and a sizable portion of partnered digimon join him. He would need a way to augment his forces somehow. Wizardmon shrugged, putting the idea to the back of his mind. He would worry about that later, depending on how many revolutionaries he could gather.

He would start his muster by going to Ogremon. Ogremon was one of the few digimon living who had not been reborn since the days of the digidestined. He would understand the reason for this crusade. Besides, this was Ogremon. He liked a good fight. Yes, he would start by enlisting Ogremon's aid.


Ogremon woke from his nap on File Island to find a ghost gazing down on him. Brandishing his cudgel, the ogre leapt to attack, shouting a battle cry, only to be held back by invisible forces.

"Please do not resist, Ogremon the Ancient," said Wizardmon.

"Who're you calling old, you freak. I'll break your bones and add 'em to my club here," leered Ogremon.

It would appear that you are unable to, seeing how my magic is keeping you pinned down," replied the wizard. "In any case, I did not come to fight you."

"Whaddaya want then," retorted Ogremon, "candy?"

Wizardmon tensed slightly, before relaxing again and replying. "Be serious, Ogremon," Wizardmon said. "Surely you have noticed the depravity that has invaded our world."

"So?" replied the ogre. "That's got nothing ta do with me."

"On the contrary, Ogremon, it does. The humans are taking away the digimon's freedom everywhere, taking advantage of their loyalty and turning them into little more than slaves. Their greed and lust for power cannot go unpunished," said Wizardmon.

"So?" asked Ogremon again. "If you wanna play justice, do it yourself. I don't give a damn what happens to justice or freedom. I'm Ogremon, not Angemon."

"How many friends have you lost to these humans, Ogremon," Wizardmon suddenly asked.

"Friends? I don't have friends. I don't need friends. I need enemies. People whose skulls I can bash in," retorted Ogremon.

"How about Leomon, then," replied Wizardmon. "How many times has he been deleted just because he said something the humans didn't like?"

"So what?" asked Ogremon. "He'd just be reborn. I'd fight him again. Doesn't matter."

"Does it?" pressed the wizard, his eyes glowing with intensity. "You know as well as I do that humans treat digimon like trash. You know as well as I do that Outsiders like you are hunted for fun and for sport, just so that their own digimon can grow stronger. You know as well as I do that we must act and we must act NOW OR ALL WILL BE LOST!" Wizardmon nearly shouted the last words, an intense aura building about him.

"So?"

"Damn it Ogremon! Even if you will not fight for justice at least fight for the sake of fighting! If you will not do even that then you have degenerated to a slime worse than the humans and I should just delete you now!" As Wizardmon spoke, an orb of brilliant blue lightning formed on the mage's hand.

Ogremon looked unconvinced. "You're threatening me to fight for you?" he asked.

"YES!" Wizardmon, the sphere growing twice its size. "I have stodd by for too long as digimon have been abused and mistreated by the darkness which has invaded our world. I will not stand by any longer and let this continue. If you will not heed me, then reflect and languish upon your utter stupidity as I blast you into oblivion!"

Ogremon merely chuckled. Then he reached out and scattered the orb in Wizardmon's hands. The motes that once formed a powerful magic attack faded harmlessly into the air in front of Wizardmon's shocked eyes.

"Don't think I've done nothing these past two hundred years, ghost," said Ogremon. "I too have watched this world go from bad to worse. I was going to wait a little longer, but I suppose now is as good a time as ever. Come, follow me." Turning around, Ogremon frowned. "What're you waiting for? Christmas?"

Wizardmon only sputtered, "How?"

Ogremon grinned. "Two hundred years is a long time, wizard. I haven't just watched, as you have. I've been training. And planning. You never really held me back there. I just pretended to be held down. Now come, let's go."

Wizardmon said nothing as he followed, but inside, his mind was already calculating hundreds of possible outcomes. First, he knew that Ogremon was strong. How strong, he knew now. Unfortunately, Ogremon didn't know that he was using only a third of his strength. Death had opened up a whole new realm of power to Wizardmon. All in all, he should be able to defeat Ogremon if need be, he mused.

Ogremon carefully wound his way around the forest, carefully covering his tracks. He noted with approval that Wizardmon was doing the same, although being a ghost he had considerably less to do. He admired the wizard's sense of justice. However, Ogremon knew full well that good intentions do not mean good actions or good results. If Wizardmon turns out badly, Ogremon thought, he may have to defeat the wizard himself.

Ogremon stopped, and stomped the ground four times before standing back three steps. Wizardmon followed suit. Immediately, the two Champions fell through the ground, landing in a dark tunnel. Ogremon rose up from a crouch, noting that Wizardmon had easily landed on his feet. Ghosts and their levitation stuff, he thought. Without a word, the ogre walked into the darkness, Wizardmon cautiously trailing. They stopped inside a large room. A large, fully equipped kitchen lay in the far right corner, complete with refrigerator, stove, oven, and more. On the other side of the room was a large entertainment system, with couches opposite to the wide screen. Separating the two areas were a series of tunnels which Wizardmon assumed led to additional rooms. Despite the walls, floor and ceiling being made of dirt, the entire room had a comfortable feel to it. Wizardmon supposed it might have something to do with the large plush looking rug in between the entertainment system and the couches. A nice place, Wizardmon mused.

"Nice place, no?" grinned Ogremon. "Come let's see the others."

With nothing better to do, Wizardmon followed Ogremon down one of the dark tunnels.


That was chapter 2! Review please!