Well, Chapter 2 is finally here and I feel I must apologize for the length of time it took to write the chapter. Despite the lack of schedule I keep, I still did not intend to take this long to write this chapter. However, hopefully the extra time has led to a better chapter but I'll let you be the judge of that. Once again I would like to thank my beta reader, Magical-Tear. I would also like to thank the two people who have so far favorited and followed this story. It means quite a lot to me that people have liked the story that much so far.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or Magic: The Gathering. The only things I own are my OCs.

Tamers Plane: Human World

Hypnos, the Japanese government agency once tasked with monitoring half of the Earth's communications network, is now tasked with monitoring the Digital World and any attempts by its inhabitants, the Digimon, to cross over to the Real World. In its cavernous monitoring room, one of the operators, Riley, noticed a small blip of energy light up in the top level of the Digital World. She moved her seat closer to her fellow operator, Tally, to bring her attention to it when the blip disappeared.

Perplexed by the energy signature's quick appearance and disappearance, Riley pulled up the data logs on her screen to see what had been recorded. The recorded data was rather brief, consisting of the energy level and its data signature. The signature only deepened the mystery, having been recorded as unknown. Unfortunately, no more data had been recorded due to its anomalous nature, and brief period of existence. No matter what Riley tried, no more information could be gleaned. Eventually, she gave up and left it marked to be studied further should an event with a similar signature occur once more.

…

Tamers Plane: Digital World

Drake woke to a sharp pain that quickly disappeared before it repeated. "Huh? What?" Drake mumbled, the amnesia caused by just waking up affecting him. However, as the clouds of sleep cleared, he shot up and the pain he had experienced before blacking out running (ran) through his memory.

"Waugh!"

Something let loose a startled cry from behind Drake. Turning around, a strange creature came into his vision. It was short, about the size of a 10 year old, and covered in amber fur. The tufts of fur around its head made it look like a child's drawing of the sun. A strange black, red and white headpiece from which a flame was being emitted sat on its forehead.. The creature also had a large yellow tuft of fur covering the upper part of its chest. Bracelets that looked like its headpiece, minus the flame, sat on the being's arms. Behind it was a tail that at its tip held a small orb of fire.

The creature's face was frozen in a look of shock, its bright blue eyes wide open. To Drake however, his look was identical to the ones that had been plaguing his mind since the events on Quaradon. Startled by the expression currently etched into his mind, Drake attempted to draw mana in to power up the planeswalking spell, only to find his various mana connections strangely absent.

"Crap!" Drake thought, quickly turning around and getting up so as to run away from the imagined animosity.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the creature shouted moments before it tackled his legs, knocking him to the ground. The weight on his legs quickly disappeared though as the creature got up and walked in front of him. "Sorry about that, but it's dangerous to be by yourself here, especially for a human like you. Not that I thought I'd ever see one but still… Here, let me help you up," said the creature in an apologetic tone similar to that of a sheepish 10 year old, reaching out a hand.

Drake, now that his fall had literally knocked some sense into him, noted the concern in the creature's voice. Upon further inspection, the expression on the creature's face held only concern and wonder in it. Despite this revelation, Drake stood up by himself and headed off.

"Hey, wait!" the creature called after him, "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"Yeah, I heard but I can take care of myself, whatever-you-are, so just leave me alone," yelled back Drake.

His lack of power must be due to the shock of the situation, he needed to get somewhere where he could focus and escape to the Blind Eternities. A place that preferably was devoid of anything that could attack him, no matter how friendly it currently seemed.

"I'm not a 'whatever you are', I'm a Digimon, and more specifically a Coronamon, though that is also my name," the creature, now identified as Coronamon, shouted back. "If you want to ignore my help and get mauled by a passing evil Digimon, don't blame me!" Coronamon continued, though in his heart, he knew he would be following this human discreetly. His own personal sense of right and wrong, combined with his curiosity about humans had already made the decision for him.

…

Drake surveyed the area he was walking through. A large desert stretched out before him, rocks and natural spires of the same rock laid out across it. Here and there giant holes appeared, as if some giant monstrosity had come and scooped up the sand, taking it to places unknown. Up in the sky was a giant green sphere with large areas lit up a lighter green. The sphere was wrapped in glowing lines of symbols, and from holes in the sphere emanated pink streams of light. Occasionally tumbleweed-like constructs of the same pink light enclosed by more lines of symbols rolled past as if propelled by an unseen wind.

"This is definitely one of the weirdest planes I've been to." Drake continued on toward one of the larger pillars. His idea was to climb it and get a good look at the surrounding area to determine a nice place for him to rest, restore his energy and planeswalk away. Lost in his plans, Drake did not notice the bright red shock of hair poking out from the lip of one of the many craters until he passed by it and the creature attached to the hair jumped out at him.

"Woah!" gasped Drake as he sprung out of the way, his body reacting on instinct.

He turned around and saw his assailant. It was about the same size as the creature, the Coronamon, he had encountered earlier but this one was covered in green skin, had sharp fangs, a red mohawk, and wore a small cloth vest and ripped cloth shorts. In one hand it held a crude cudgel with bolts stuck in it. All in all, it reminded Drake of the goblins he had seen on many different planes during his travels.

Adrenaline surged through Drake's mind and body, erasing his mopey thoughts from earlier with the instinctual need to survive. Drake raised his hand and attempted to cast a basic spell that would make a bolt of lightning surge from his hand and fry the aggressive creature that was rushing at him. One second later, when the creature did not turn into a well-cooked piece of meat, Drake realized that something was wrong.

He quickly glanced at his hand and then at his foe. Then, as fast as he could, Drake turned around and ran, yelling "Shit! Double shit! Thirty-two shits! At least fifty-eight shits!"

"Goblin Strike!" A small fireball accompanied by a searing heat whizzed past his head as the goblin yelled in a guttural voice.

Drake took a deep breath and was about to start another cursing streak when a fiery blur passed by him. A slightly familiar voice shouted "Petit Prominence!"

Turning around to track the blur, Drake watched as it crashed into the green creature just as it was preparing to throw another fireball. The clash between the green creature and the small fiery object whipped up some sand, obscuring Drake's vision. However, the sand quickly dissipated, revealing two fighting creatures: Drake's goblin-like attacker and, to Drake's shock, the Coronamon from earlier.

"What luck!" came the gruff voice of Drake's green assailant, "Looks like I found a human and his partner Digimon! If I kill them and load their data I'll definitely be able to go to the Real World."

"Partner Digimon? Data? The Real World? What on Quaradon is that creature talking about?" Drake thought as he quickly leapt into one of the nearby craters and scrunched against its wall to hide himself.

"As if I'd let you hurt an innocent human!" Coronamon replied. "Corona Flame!"

"Ahhh!" A grating voice cried out.

Peeking his head over the lip of the depression he was in, Drake watched as the goblin-like creature disintegrated and the particles that it was composed of floated up towards the weird sphere in the sky. Climbing out of the hole he had been hiding in, Drake slowly made his way over to where the two creatures had been fighting only to find Coronamon on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" Drake asked uncertainly, the scene cracking the hastily made shell that had formed over his emotions and allowing some empathy to shine through.

"Yeah I'm okay," huffed Coronamon, "That attack just takes a lot out of me. I don't use it very often but it was a good way of finishing off that battle quickly."

"But why were you here and willing to save me in the first place after I was so curt with you?" Drake inquired.

"Like I said," Coronamon stated simply, getting up, "I couldn't just leave a defenseless human alone out here to die. It just wouldn't sit right with me."

"Well, I guess I acted a bit hastily," Drake admitted, "and I owe you one now, so is there anything I can do to help you?"

"There are two things actually," Coronamon said, looking at Drake with a weary grin. "One, you can go collect some of the data packets, those tumbleweed like objects rolling around for me. They should contain enough spare data for me to quickly restore myself with. Two, you can let me go with you so that I can protect you."

"Fine," harrumphed Drake, though a small smile found its way to his lips as he pondered Coronamon's single-minded thought process. "I'll get you your data whatevers and let you travel with me, but only if you answer some questions for me."

"It's a deal!" cried Coronamon happily.

…

For the next half hour, Drake ran around chasing the data packets and bringing them to Coronamon, where Coronamon absorbed them into his body.

"Okay," Drake started, once Coronamon was done, "Like I said before, you're going to answer some questions of mine before we start journeying together."

"Understood," replied Coronamon, nodding happily, "But first, what's your name?"

"My name is Drake Vyrnsin. Now that introductions are over…what is this place? It's so strange, like no place I've ever seen before," Drake asked Coronamon.

"This," Coronamon exclaimed, proudly sweeping his arms out, "is the Digital World, home of all Digimon."

"Wait, digital? Like computers and stuff?"

"Yep, the Digital World originated from the Real World's communication network," Coronamon explained.

"So I'm inside a computer!" Drake exclaimed.

"No, no. The Digital World is a parallel universe existing alongside the Real World. While it might have originated from the Real World's communication's network, it has evolved into a wholly separate existence."

"And how does that happen?" Drake asked, skeptically.

Coronamon shrugged, "No one really knows."

"So I know where I am now. Next question: What exactly are you?"

"Well, I and most other creatures that live here are known as Digimon. We are digital life forms that are mainly found here, in the Digital World."

"So, what did that Goblimon, I believe you called it, mean by partner Digimon?" Drake asked next.

"Well, it's kind of complex, and all I know about this is simply from legends and rumors, but-" Coronamon started, trying to recall what he had heard before he was cut off.

"So it's basically useless," scowled Drake,

"Hey now! I didn't say that and you asked the question, so let me finish!" Coronamon said. "Anyway, basically when a human and a Digimon form a deep bond of mutual trust and respect, they somehow get a device called a D-Arc that makes them partners. The human then has the power to help the Digimon digivolve."

"Digivolve?"

"It's how we Digimon grow. When we get strong enough by absorbing enough data, or in the case of partner Digimon when their human supplies them with power, we digivolve. Digivolution changes the shape of a Digimon and makes us much stronger."

"Okay, so there's that," Drake said as he mulled over this new information. "Final question, what is this "Real World" you keep talking about?"

"It- Wait what?" Coronamon started before realizing what the question was exactly. "You don't know what the Real World is? Well, obviously it's where humans come from. I believe you humans call it Earth. I mean, seriously, how dense are you?"

"Whoa, calm down. I- I was just trying to make sure the Real World was what I thought it was," Drake stammered nervously, not wanting to let Coronamon know about the fact that he was not from this "Earth" that he was talking about.

"Wait, why do I care whether he knows or not, I intend to simply leave this place once I figure out how to. Hmm, maybe this Earth is the place I need to go to. After all, maybe the digital information that makes up my current location is not compatible with mana, and therefore I can't channel mana to allow me to cast spells or planeswalk," Drake conjectured, before asking a new question.

"So how do I get back to the Real World then?"

"Hey, I thought you said that last one was the final question! But whatever, can't blame you for wanting to go back home. Anyway, no one really knows the answer to that either. Apparently, sometimes the walls between the worlds weaken and Digimon can find their way to the Real World, so we could just wander and hope. However, I did recently run into a group of Digimon, one of whom, a big red dinosaur-looking fellow, mentioned something about trying to get back to the Real World and back to their partners, so we could try to find them. It should be relatively easy, as they were heading toward that formation of pillars over there, and I only met them a little bit before meeting you," Coronamon answered pointing toward a group of stone pillars that could be barely seen in front of the horizon.

"Well then," said Drake, hoisting the backpack he had put down while chasing the tumbleweed-like constructs Coronamon had called data packets. "We better head off."

…

As Drake and Coronamon walked in the direction Coronamon had pointed out (to) earlier, they continued to talk. This talk mostly consisted of Drake asking questions to Coronamon about the Digital World and Digimon. Whenever the topic of Drake's past came up, Drake managed to neatly dodge the question with the skill that came from doing it for three years of planeswalking. When day suddenly transitioned into night, Drake jumped in surprise, having never experienced anything like it before. The next surprise came on his second night in the Digital World.

The surprise came when, after night broke, he found he was no hungrier than he had been that morning. He concluded that it had something to do with the nature of the Digital World, and left it at that. Drake fell asleep with countless unanswered questions buzzing around his mind. When he woke up, his third day in the Digital World had started.

…

Drake and Coronamon had been walking for a while, and had nearly reached the titanic formation of stone pillars that was their destination. They were currently taking some time to cool off in the shadow of a much smaller pillar. Outside of the shadow, the dessert continued to stretch on for as far as the eye could see, broken only by craters and pillars. After a minute of just enjoying the oasis of slightly less hot air that the shadow provided, Drake finally asked a question that had been bothering him for a while.

"Coronamon?" he said, getting his companion's attention.

"Yes, Drake?" asked Coronamon from behind him. Coronamon had been on the edge of dozing off, but he tiredly cracked open his brilliant blue eyes upon hearing Drakes voice.

"What are we going to do if these Digimon you were talking about aren't at the pillar formation? We will have no way to track them after that."

"That's a good question," Coronamon replied, his sleepiness making its way into his voice as he responded, "but don't worry. Digimon have better senses than humans and I was starting to pick up their trail before we stopped. So if they aren't there, we'll still be able to find them." After answering, Coronamon closed his eyes again and went back to the important task of falling asleep.

"Well, that's good," Drake said with a yawn, his tiredness also getting the best of him. "After all, they're my only clue for a way to the Real World." With that said, Drake, who had been much more tired than he had thought, fell asleep.

Coronamon, on the other hand, had still not fallen asleep. Something about what Drake had said before was now bugging him. Whenever Drake talked about going to the Real World, he always used words like "me" and "I".

"He couldn't be dismissing me and thinking of leaving me behind when he goes back, could he? Not after all we have done together!"

Coronamon's mind was a whirl with these thoughts and he could not find enough peace of mind to fall back asleep. "Drake?" he said, hoping to get an answer to his questions. His only response was a bit of light snoring. Coronamon looked over at Drake. To his surprise Drake was sleeping and seemed to be completely at ease. This was the first time he had looked so rested since they started journeying together. Drake had always appeared to be on guard, even when sleeping, as if there was some barrier stopping him from fully being himself. Seeing Drake so calm, Coronamon became more relaxed himself and soon slipped into slumber.

...

Drake awoke suddenly to a feeling of compression on his head and the sensation of being lifted into the air. His eyes shot open and a strange sight greeted them. Standing in front of him, holding him in the air, was a large, muscled, hawk-like aven with a beard of feathers, dressed in a style of clothes that would not have been out of place on the plane of Kamigawa. The aven also wore two sword sheaths, one on each side of its waist. One sheath still contained its sword while the other sword was raised in the hand that was not holding Drake in the air.

"Ack! What are you? What do you want?" Drake squawked as he wriggled in the aven's grasp, attempting to free himself.

"What am I? I am Buraimon and I intend to delete you and your partner so that I may load your data and finally go to the Real World," the Buraimon laughed. It was a cold laugh that sounded like squawking and it unsettled Drake.

"Ugh! Why do we keep getting attacked by crazy Digimon? And why do they keep thinking we're partners?"

"Silence human!" Buraimon demanded. "Lying won't help you! As a human, you are from the Real World and that's good enough for me. Even if you aren't partners, I'll still absorb that Coronamon for the power, no matter how little it will give me." Buraimon pointed its sword at Coronamon, before once again raising it in the air to strike. "Now human, prepare to die!"

"I don't think so! Corona Knuckle!" Coronamon's voice came from behind Buraimon as it squawked in surprise and pain, dropping Drake as it did so. Drake saw Coronamon behind the aven Digimon, his fingers still glowing with the heat of his attack, and quickly scrambled away from the two Digimon.

Meanwhile, Buraimon, whirled around to face Coronamon, drawing his other sword and screaming in rage. "You, a lowly Rookie, dare to try to take me on, a mighty Champion? I shall make you regret your insolence." With that, Buramon quickly brought both swords down, slashing at Coronamon, before reversing the slash and bringing both swords back up.

Drake peeked his head out and watched from his new position behind the pillar as two green lines appeared on Coronamon's body as he screamed in pain. Buraimon then followed up his slashes with a kick, sending Coronamon several feet away. Coronamon started to struggle to his feet before his arms gave away and he fell back to the ground. Satisfied that Coronamon was down for now, Buraimon turned his sights back on Drake.

He took slow, deliberate steps, savoring the waves of fear flowing from the human like a geyser. He took one more step only to feel something clasp his leg. Buraimon looked down to see that while he had been enraptured in enjoying the fear emanating of the human, the Coronamon had managed to crawl up to him and was now holding onto Buraimon's leg while his other hand was cocked back, ready to deliver another blow as his fingers started glowing.

"Corona Knuckle!" yelled Coronamon as he thrust his burning hand forward, intending to buy time for Drake by crippling Buraimon's ability to walk, only to be interrupted as Buraimon's free leg snapped back and nailed Coronamon under the chin, once again causing him to fly back several feet.

"So, you wish to be the first one to go? Fine, I'll grant you your wish," growled Buraimon in a low, dangerous voice. Buraimon then stepped toward Coronamon's still form and raised his swords before moving them in a furious series of slashes while yelling "Tsubame Nimai Gaeshi!" The forcefulness of the slashes kicked up a cloud of dust, obscuring Drake's view. As the dust settled, he saw Buraimon standing over the kneeling form of Coronamon. Coronamon had many green lines crisscrossing his body that were leaking green squares into the air that Drake assumed were pieces of digital information. "Now accept your fate, knowing you couldn't protect your friend!"

"No, I won't let you hurt Drake!" shouted Coronamon in defiance, once again struggling to his feet. "He's my friend and even though I don't know what he considers me, I'll always fight to save my friends!" With that statement, Coronamon jumped forward and grabbed onto Buraimon's chest before erupting into flames with a cry of "Petite Prominence!"

Buraimon shrieked in pain as the burning Coronamon clung to him, before reaching up and quickly pulling Coronamon off and throwing him to the ground.

Drake gasped as Coronamon seemed to fade in and out of existence before stabilizing. Buraimon stepped up to Coronamon's prone form again but this time no movement could be seen coming from him. Buraimon readied his sword one again to stab down into Coronamon. In that moment, time stood still for Drake as the hours he had spent with Coronamon ran through his mind. He was reminded of the friendship and willingness to help that Coronamon had shown him during the three day period and, with those emotions tugging at his heart, he ran forward, unmindful of the consequences and uncaring of his inability to use magic. He ran forward, reaching out toward Coronamon, toward his new friend.

Suddenly, a brilliant white light engulfed his hand and Coronamon's prostrate form.

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Well, I'm pretty sure we all know what's happening next! Next chapter should have some more familiar faces than just Tally and Riley. Anyway, thanks once again to those who are reading this. If you enjoyed this story, please leave a review telling me, and if you didn't (or even if you did) I would love to have some constructive criticism from readers. If any one has a question or leaves a review, I will respond in future author notes. Also, next chapter should hopefully take less time, as I've already started working on it. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you reader had just as much fun reading it.

Also, I know that no current canonical plane in MtG has had a technological level even close to the one required to develop computers. This is the reason why I changed Drakes home plane from a plane that is canonical in the MTG multiverse, Vryn, to a original one called Quaradon. Basically Quaradon is like very much like Earth, with a similar technology level, however unlike Earth, it has a small level of mana inherent in the plane. There is enough mana inherent on Quaradon that people who can manipulate it are born occasionally, but not enough that it is particularly attractive at all to extraplanar visitors.