First of all, my thanks:
I would like to thank NoRatCat for his review and also say that I really admire his work, his story Digimon Beginnings is amazing and was my inspiration for this fic. So thanks!
Secondly I would like to thank Ravn MTM for her reviews, they were lovely and long and very helpful in the case of the ying instead of yin mistake. Cringe.
So thankyou both and I hope you enjoy this chapter…
Unfortunately due to my incompetence with computers – damn technology – I have lost my original second chapter, so I now have to rewrite it, sorry about that, I will try and make it as close to the original as I can.
Jijimon, an ancient, mega level digimon looked up into the night's sky as he watched the stars. Tomorrow was the day, he sighed, the day which would bring hope back into the digital world. As tomorrow he would summon the digidestined from their land with the purpose of saving this one.
He stood on top of the hill watching the sky as it changed from black to navy to blue again. He watched as the sun rose, throwing out its early pink rays and bathing the digital world in fresh light. The time had come. In three hours it would be the moment to summon them. Jijimon was joined by his old friend Centaurmon, who stood next to him watching the sunrise in awe. They did not need to speak for it was enough just to know the other was there. After a while they made their way down the hill together and into the assembly room where they could make the final preparations for the day's ritual. The old, wise digimon both began to smile, an outlet for their inner excitement. A rare occurrence, such a smile for either of them, but today was a rare occasion.
Shortly they were joined by the other wise and ancient digimon, they had all assembled here today in order to do what must be done to summon to digidestined.
Centaurmon looked around and was pleased with what he saw, it had been a long time since so many digimon had gathered together to achieve a common goal and the thought filled him with pride and optimism. He watched as hordes of Biyomon, Tentomon and Armadillomon scuttled around busily, readying the assembly hall for the up and coming ritual. Even the younglings had a part to play in this momentous occasion. It was truly heart warming.
Jijimon glanced at the sky; the moon of Seraph was in alignment with the moon of Delta and the planets of Linal, Rubidainne and Kaenne. The alignment of five, which was the signal for the beginning of the end of all that was evil in the digital world, was now complete.
"The time has come," Jijimon's powerful, perfectly pronounced voice rang out through the assembly hall causing everyone to stop what they were doing and listen. "This is the first hour of the reign of peace, for this is in this hour that we shall summon the digidestined to save us." He paused, eyes resting briefly over every face in the assembly hall, taking in the sea of shining eyes and hopeful expressions as well as the calm, serene expression on his friend Centaurmon's face before continuing. "Peace will not be immediate, nor will it be easy, but it will be ours. The times ahead might be the worst we have ever faced in the history of our world, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel my friends, the digidestined will not fail. It is written that all evil will perish before them, and they shall lead us into a golden age of harmony. So let them come."
There was applause and much nodding of head from the crowds of digimon. That speech was a little too pep-talky for Jijimon's taste, but he felt that the gathered digimon deserved a little encouragement, for they were all about to face the biggest battle this world had ever seen. The result was already predicted, of course, but the casualties were not, and Jijimon was grateful. If he were to know now what price this victory would demand then he might be tempted not to choose that route at all, he might simply refuse to summon the children.
Thankfully he did not know and the ritual would proceed as it was meant to.
He looked around him and nodded briefly as he checked that everything was in place. The five chosen digimon were standing next to him, grinning broadly as they couldn't contain their excitement at the idea of meeting their partners; they had waited their whole lives for this moment. They were all at their in training stages which was unfortunate, but the digital world did not have the time to wait around for them to evolve, even to their rookie levels, and so in training would have to do.
The first phase of the ritual was about to begin, the release of the spirits of the elements. Or the crests, as they were more commonly known.
The digital world was comprised of twelve elements, ten of which took the form of virtues and two of which formed states of being. The ten virtues were Courage, Loyalty, Kindness, Truth, Integrity, Reliability, Friendship, Wisdom, Love and Humility and the two states of being were Light and Darkness; Yin and Yang.
Since the beginning of time these twelve elements which made up the digital world had been locked away safely behind a wall of fire to ensure their safe keeping from the forces of evil. For if evil came to possess any one of these twelve there would be unimaginable chaos in the digital world as it would give evil theoretically limitless power.
However, now the time was here and the crests must be released as the digidestined needed to be able to harness their power in order to defeat the forces of evil and save the digital world. And Jijimon was the one whose job it was to release them.
He walked solemnly up to the wall of fire, a twenty foot flaming barrier standing between him and the ultimate powers of the digital world, and raised his staff. With a fearsome shout he used his staff to strike the wall and, for a fraction of a second, he created a microscopic rift which allowed the crests to escape. His staff shattered into pieces and the wall immediately resealed itself as the crests flew free.
Love, Friendship, Kindness, Loyalty, Courage, Reliability, Truth, Wisdom, Integrity and Humility flew out into the assembly hall, followed closely by Yin and Yang.
As the crests escaped they each split into two equal pieces - I will call them sparks because that is how they appeared. One of each of these sparks flew immediately into one of the chosen digimon, being absorbed by them in a flash. The other sparks flew out of the hall and began their journey to their target, the children.
Each of the digimon had absorbed two of the coloured sparks, the virtues, but two of the five digimon had also absorbed an extra spark, the crest of either Yin or Yang. Jijimon could not help but be slightly disappointed that no one had seen which crests went into whom, as it would have been interesting to know. Unfortunately it had happened so quickly that not even the digimon who had received the sparks themselves had been able to tell which ones had gone where.
It was a school morning and Renjiro and Benjiro were still sleeping. Their alarm had just gone off but Renjiro had groggily set it to 'snooze' in a desperate bid to get another five minutes of sleep. Benjiro had slept straight through it, no surprise there, he was a sound sleeper.
The streetlamps outside shone into the twins' room. Renjiro hated how, to get to their stupid school each morning, they had to be up long before dawn as it was such a way away. As Renjiro rolled over and pulled his covers further over his head to block out their light, there was a loud gust of wind and a bright glow outside. He groaned, jamming his eyes even tighter shut and trying to get back to sleep.
All he wanted was another five minutes in peace. Was that really too much to ask?
The alarm started to beep and whir again. Renjiro cursed and slammed his fist onto the big button on the top. Another five minutes.
As the boys lay there in their beds a number of sparks flew into their room through the window and headed straight for them. Half of the sparks flew towards Renjiro and half to Benjiro.
They both stirred slightly as their bodies absorbed the crests, but felt nothing more.
Jeri slept soundly, snoring slightly with his mouth hanging open. He mumbled to himself incoherently and smiled, it would appear he was having a very pleasant dream indeed. His window was open as it had been a hot stuffy night, but despite this he slept right through the sudden strong gust of wind and the flash of light just outside. He, too, was a sound sleeper.
The sparks flew in through his window and headed towards the sleeping boy, his body absorbing them as he rolled over onto his back. A small frown of concentration flitted across his face briefly, but then it was gone again and he resumed his mumbling. His dream carried on, undisturbed.
Yumi cradled a small child in her arms. The child had been sick during the night and had come straight to Yumi, pale and shivering. She had taken care of them and now they had gone and fallen asleep in her arms. Brilliant.
Yumi was pretty fed up, it was the middle of the night and she was beyond exhausted. She had had a very busy day yesterday, studying and then taking on a double work shift in the care home as a favour to some dipshit lad she barely talked to, she had been scrubbing kitchen surfaces till gone midnight. Then to top it off, here she was now cradling some little kid when all she wanted to do was go to sleep.
Then the child stirred slightly and snuggled into Yumi's neck, smiling slightly and mumbling something incoherent as she slept. Yumi could not help but smile down tenderly at the bundle in her arms, stroking the little girl's hair sleepily.
I can't believe I'm such a sucker when it comes to little kids.
Her eyes began to droop slightly as sleep tugged at her. Her head bobbed and her eyes lost focus as she slumped back onto her pillow, the child still sound asleep in her arms. She was normally a very light sleeper, but her exhaustion caused her to fall asleep like a log and she didn't notice, a little while later, when there was a bright flash and gust of wind. She didn't even stir when the crests were absorbed into her body.
She was out for the count.
Roka clung onto his patched up hamster cuddly toy, Orochimaru, and sighed. He had been unable to sleep again. After a while he got up out of bed and crept over to the open window to watch the night sky. He wondered whether counting the stars could get him to feel sleepy enough to fall asleep. It didn't work. His mind just continued whirring round and round, all he could think about was school and how much he was dreading it. Lorca had promised to get him tomorrow, of course he promised that everyday but it sounded more sinister this time. He didn't even want to think about what the bully had in mind this time, yet he couldn't help but let his imagination run away with him.
He shivered and cuddled Orochimaru even harder.
After a while of standing there, staring at the heavens above him, Roka decided he should once more try to get some sleep. He climbed into bed and drew the thick quilt around his shoulders, feeling suddenly more secure.
It was just then that he heard a gust of wind and saw a bright flash of multicoloured light outside his window. His mouth gaped slightly as the sparks came flying into his room, hovering around him.
I must be dreaming, he shook his head slightly in confusion. Odd, I don't remember falling asleep already.
The sparks danced around in the air in front of him and he reached out to grab the nearest one, as soon as he touched them they all flew straight into him and were instantly absorbed into his body. He gasped as he saw the veins in his arm pulsate with different coloured lights as they travelled up his body and into his chest, to his heart. Once they reached there the lights merged into one blinding flash and Roka suddenly felt calm and peaceful as if all of his worries were forgotten.
He slipped into a deep and restful sleep.
Jijimon then summoned Koromon, a young and overly enthusiastic digimon, to bring him the digivices. It was time for phase two.
Koromon bounced forward, his grin reaching both ears as he blushed in pride at the significance of his job. He then dutifully handed over the five sacred devices to his master Jijimon-sama.
Jijimon nodded kindly to his eager little student and Koromon bounded happily away.
There were five devices, one red, one green, one yellow, one black and one which was light blue, one for each of the chosen children. Nobody knew quite what power these devices held, it was written that they were bringers of truth, powers for righteousness and that they were the devices which held the power to summon the chosen children to this world. Yet as well as this they also held even greater powers and mysteries, as each digivice created was formed with a tear of Omnipomon, the legendary all powerful digimon. This tear was shed for the love and preservation of the digital world and its inhabitants, and Jijimon suspected that when the chosen children were in tune with this goal of protecting the digital world, they would unlock powers beyond anyone's greatest imagination.
An incantation was made and the devices began to glow their respective colours. They then began to levitate above the ground and, in a shot of light, they too were gone, no doubt heading for their hosts.
A rift was opened between the two worlds for the second time that morning. However, this time the rift was far greater and it caused the sky to turn purple and the earth to tremble.
Five children who were each on their way to school looked up at the sky in wonder.
Renjiro and Benjiro had just reached their school gates when the sky suddenly seemed to wobble, a purple colour spreading across it until the entire sky was dark violet. At the same instant the ground beneath their feet started to tremble.
"Earthquake?" Renjiro asked, clinging protectively to his brother and not caring who saw him in his moment of concern. There was another rumble and he grabbed his brother's hand to drag him to the school's sports field. He had heard that it was best to be in an open area during earthquakes which sounded reasonable.
"R-Renji?" Benjiro asked nervously squeezing his twins hand, "What's happening?"
"Dunno." He said, still dragging his twin in the direction of the field.
"Wait, stop!" Benjiro gasped, pulling his brother to a standstill and pointing above them.
Renjiro followed his gaze, looking up at the sky and squinting slightly he could make out five sparks of light appearing, two of which seemed to be heading their way.
The two stared at each other in disbelief as the strange sparks came closer, shooting down towards the ground until they hovered in the air directly in front of them.
"Err, Renji?" Benjiro asked, gazing at the black, glowing device in front of him.
"Dunno." Renji shrugged, eyebrows knit together in confusion. The device that had landed before him was yellow.
"Perhaps we should touch it?" Benjiro asked his brother, enchanted by the strange object hovering in front of him. They both nodded to each other, a gleam in their eyes, and reached out their hands tentatively.
"On three?" He asked.
Renjiro raised an eyebrow and nodded, his hand millimetres away from the device.
"Right," Benjiro took in a deep breath. "One, two, thr-"
The second their skin came into contact with the devices they blacked out, remembering nothing more.
Roka made his way to school slowly, glancing around every corner before rounding it, nervously looking around him at every opportunity, wondering if the bullies would be waiting for him here, there, over there? The uncertainty or whether they would strike was eating him up inside. When? Where? How?
It just drove him insane, the same fear day in day out.
Then the sky turned purple and there was a big jolt as the earth beneath his feet shook. Roka looked up and gasped in awe, grabbing onto a lamppost to steady himself as he watched five sparks appeared in the sky. Five different glowing dots in the sky.
Like multicoloured shooting stars they flew across the sky, one was heading in his direction. He decided to make a wish on it.
I wish I could escape from here, he closed his eyes desperately. Please just take me away.
When he opened them again he saw that the glowing spark had flown directly to him and was now hovering mid air in front of him. It was some sort of device, like the Tamagotchi he had when he was younger, with a small screen and some little buttons. On it was some kind of engraving, some sort of ancient looking language that Roka though looked cool. The whole thing was no bigger than his fist.
He reached out his hand and grabbed it. Immediately he felt himself being taken away somewhere and he knew that his wish had been granted.
"Thankyou," he whispered before blacking out. That was the last thing he remembered.
Jeri opened his eyes groggily and peeked at the alarm clock beside his bed.
"Hmmm, 8.56am." he mumbled sleepily. Then he sat up in shock, "8.56am!"
He should be in his registration group now. Crumbs!
He leapt out of his bed and ran to the bathroom, quickly using the toilet and brushing his teeth frantically at the same time, wincing slightly at the excessively strong minty taste from the sheer amount of toothpaste he had squeezed out onto his toothbrush in his haste. Then he threw on a top and some trousers, grabbed his goggles from his dressing table and shoved some clean socks in his mouth, stumbling out of his room and hopping down the stairs so that he could shove first one sock then the other on.
Luckily he didn't need to bother with breakfast or with brushing his hair, he could grab a snack at school during first break and his hair was just fine messed up, that was how he liked it anyway.
He swung his school bag onto his shoulder and rammed his feet into his shoes, not bothering with laces, on his way out he swiped his watch off the kitchen table and checked it, 8.59am. Crumbs!
He ran out of the front door and slammed it shut behind him, sprinting down the street on his way to school. Sensei Sasaki would be furious. Good job Jeri was the county's number one sprinter and cross country runner. He ran madly, enjoying the rush of adrenaline and the feeling of his heart pumping away like crazy.
It was now that the sky began to wobble.
Jeri thought that the lack of oxygen might be getting to his brain and so he slowed down to catch his breath. As he watched the sky turn a dark purple colour he shook his head. He would have to check in at the nurses' office when he reached school. Today was just not his day.
He tried to run again, knowing he would be terribly late at this rate, but found that his muscles would not obey him. Then ground shock and he panicked, what on earth was going on here?
Perhaps it was all a nightmare, perhaps he hadn't really woke up yet.
Five sparks of coloured light shot out of the sky, scattering in different directions and one of them was heading his way. He stared as if mesmerized as the red spark flew down until it was right in front of him.
He saw that it was actually a device of some sort, with inscriptions on it and a screen and buttons. He reached out to grab it as his curiosity got the better of him and the world went black. He remembered nothing more.
Yumi sighed as she made her way to school. She suppressed a yawn. She was beyond tired after caring for that sick girl last night.
Typical, she thought to herself miserably, trust the kid to be sick on a school day when I have to get up early the next morning. Would it be too much to ask to be ill on a weekend?
Next time a kid came into her room in the middle of the night she would sent it right back out again. It just wasn't worth the hassle. At least that's what she told herself. But she knew deep down that she could never turn a child away.
The sky turned purple and she rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
What the-?!
Was she really that tired?
She stared up at the purple sky as five small glowing dots appeared, flying off in four directions. She traced their paths with interest: two of them headed together in the same direction towards that posh school down the road, one headed for the housing blocks near where her care home was, one headed for the north of the city and one headed directly for her. The green one.
She blinked trying to regain her senses. Perhaps Ronon had spiked her orange juice this morning, she wouldn't put it past him, that sneaky teenage rat.
Then the ground beneath her feet shook and she stumbled to the floor, grazing her knees and the palms of her hands. She frowned, what the hell was going on?
The green glowing thing shot down from the sky and landed right in front of her, casually defying all the rules of gravity, and physics and common sense. It hovered in the air about two feet off the ground, and she stared at it. Some sort of device. She reached out to grab it, wanting a better look, but as soon as her skin came into contact with it she blacked out.
Whatever happened after that, she couldn't remember.
The five children were taken through the rift in dimensions to the digital world. They remembered nothing of the journey, which was fortunate as journeys between time, space, matter and anti-matter are never pleasant.
But they finally arrived in the digital world in one piece.
"They have arrived," Jijimon said thankfully, he had felt the rift in space as it opened and closed and knew instinctively that the five chosen ones had passed through it unharmed. He looked down at the five in training digimon at his feet, "Go, find them. They will arrive on File Island. Go now."
"Right away, Jijimon-sama," the five digimon bowed respectfully and rushed away to meet their partners eagerly. After a life time of waiting the children had finally come! They wondered what their partners would be like as they bounded off to look for them around File Island.
Their adventure had begun at last!