Chapter Two
He
felt sick as he tumbled forward and through the white light end over
end. Up ahead around fifty feet or so was another pair of black metal
gates with the same glowing colors on them. He felt tingly as his
body soared forward and downward, and just a few seconds before he
would have collided with the doors...
They shot open and three figures stood just inside of it, with a taller figure behind them. One was covered in white and light icy blue, another in red and yellow, the third in dark purple and tan, and the last in crimson-red and white, with a purple cape.
The three smaller figures, much like he himself had been, were sucked forward and towards him by some kind of unknown force. Before his very eyes they began to melt apart into tiny particles of burning red energy, freezing white mist, and paralyzing yellow light. It terrified him, and he drew in a breath to scream...
Unknowingly inhaling the data of Wizardmon, Sorcerymon, and FlameWizardmon. From that moment onward the rest became pulled toward him as though gravity was dragging them forward, and right afterwards he crashed through the open doorway and into the tall fourth figure, the two tumbling and rolling across the marble floors in a storm of raw energy that swirled around the human.
The taller figure kicked the human off of him, sending him sprawling on the floor, his special edition cellphone flying through the air. It was captured in a majestic white and red hand that appeared from around a corner as it sailed through the storm of data, and from that moment it began melting in a flare of white light and energy only to reshape itself again.
"Mystimon." the royal, growling tone of MedievalGallantmon commanded as he stepped around and looked upon the scene before him. His axe was held loosly in the right hand as the left lowered itself, holding the device tightly.
The human slowly lifted himself up off of the floor and stared darkly at the one called Mystimon as the data storm melted into his flesh with a tingle of pain. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded, coughing roughly into one hand and then looking at it as though it was diseased.
His cellphone wasn't the only thing that was undergoing a transformation.
The blue shirt he wore had become heavier cloth and gained a golden circle along the back, a number of symbols lining the circle in different colors, though most had a black outline glowing lightly around them. Only three were glowing brighter without the black outlight, the ones representing Fire, Ice, and Thunder. His hands had bronze colored leather gauntlets from the fingertips to the elbow, with actual bronze plating across the knuckles.
Wrapped around and concealing from just beneath his nose to his throat was a bronze scarf with hints of red tinting it. Wrapped about his waist were three black belts, only one going straight through the loops for it with the other two slanting downwards at different angles from the left and right, respectively.
Blueish-bronze flames were etched into his now metallic cargopants at the pockets, and his teneshoes had become red-tinted bronze boots, lined in digicode around the bottom of each. The finishing piece of this outfit change is the empty slot on the front of the first belt, as though some sort of buckle should have attached there, and the blue-bronze wizard hat that materalized over his head, the brim tugged slightly upward with the point bent backwards and angling downward.
At last, the final changes to his form are the light blue that his eyes have become, with the hair turning dirty-blonde simular to his younger brothers.
"WHAT THE HELL!!"
MedievalGallantmon watched with keen interest as the human, apparently a male from the sounds of the voice, transformed into a digimon before his very eyes. He felt the device he had caught also finishing its transformation, and glanced down at it, eyes widening.
A gold trimmed in black digivice lay in his hand. With a start he realised this human truly was destined to save their world, as the prophecy written down in Witchelny foretold.
The scream of fear and anger from the human made MidievalGallantmon look up at him again and then begin approaching. Mystimon looked very confused, and somewhat worried.
"Please, calm yourself." the regal knight asked. "CALM!? HOW CAN I BE CALM!?" He roared turning around to see who spoke. He was quickly hyperventilating, but as he noticed the color scheme of the device in the oddly armored males hand, his stomach dropped even further. "WHERE.." he took a deep breath, "Wheresmycellphone?!" he demanded in a rush.
The knight raised the digivice before the human, who looked at it in disgust and rephrased his question, "What is that, a joke? I want my phone!" he stated as he so very slowly started edging back to sanity. All of this had to be a dream.
"This was your.. celphon?" the regal night answered hesitantly, unused to the word. The human stared at him darkly, then snatched it from the red and white hand and looked at the odd device. He had stood up around the time he was screaming still, but now sunk to his knees.
"What the hells going on?" he finally questioned, looking at his body with a growing sense of dread.
MedievalGallantmon gave Mystimon a pointed look and the ultimate reluctantly took a stab at explaining.
"You are a human, correct?" Mystimon asked. "Wow, how'd you ever guess?" was the sarcastic response. He was finding it easier to deal with this if he just believed it was all a dream. He had simply fallen asleep counting, and his overactive imagination was now showing him a wacky dream. It was a bit hard to swallow for how real all of this was feeling, but he was pushing for it.
"Ahem, yes, so you are human." Mystimon confirmed with a cough, "So then.. in a nutshell.. you've been transported to this realm to help free us from a terrible overlord." the ultimate said.
"Right, right. Where's this realm? The matrix?" he asked, more sarcasm lacing his voice. Mystimon now gave MedievalGallantmon the pointed look, and the regal knight placed a hand on the humans left shoulder.
"We are in a realm called Witchelny, which is in a seperate dimension from our homeworld, the Digital World, and connected to your world, the Real World." he said. "Right, right... So whats the deal, why am I dressed up like this? And what are you two?" the human asked.
"Why don't you tell us your name first?" Mystimon interjected. "What, you don't know? For being figments of my psyche, I'm a little dissapointed in that." he answered, then added when no reply was forth coming from them, "Okay, my name is Raito, Raito Enoch." he said.
A look of recognition appeared on both of the others faces. "Well?" Raito asked. "Ah, yes. My name is MedievalGallantmon, king of Witchelny." the regal knight said with a flourish, extending his axe out to the side and sweeping his cape out behind him. Mystimon sighed disapprovingly and added "And I am Mystimon, advisor to the king, and leading stratagist in alchemy and magic."
Raito stared blankly back at them. "Okay then." he said, standing up. "Why am I dressed like this?" he asked again. "You have become one of us, as it had been foretold." MedievalGallantmon answered. "And one of us would be.. ?" Raito questioned.
"A Digimon of course." this time it was Mystimon to answer. "Hold up, that sounds familar to me. Digimon.." Raito glanced down at what was supposed to be his cellphone, and it all clicked into place. "Ah-ha! Digital Monsters!" he anounced triumphantly.
"Yes, correct." Mystimon muttered. "Okay, that explains that. But why am I dreaming about Digimon? Rentaru's the one addicted to the videogame's." Raito wondered aloud. "Well, it doesn't much matter. At least its proving to be an... interesting, yes, interesting dream so far." he said, shrugging.
"This isn't a dream, Raito Enoch." MedievalGallantmon said firmly. "Thats what you're supposed to say." Raito responded. "So what happened to those three I crashed into on the way here?" he asked before the other could argue.
"Those three?" MedievalGallantmon questioned as he swiveled his head around to look at Mystimon. "Ah, yes.. I'm afraid they did not survive." the ultimate said in a tone of grievence.
A look of incredulance appeared on MedievalGallantmon's face. "What do you mean they did not survive?" he demanded.
Raito stepped out of the way so the two could argue fully, and incase any blows were thrown. Afterall, it still hurt when you got punched in a dream. And he didn't look forward to being sliced by either the sword or axe those two were wielding.
"The cost of the gates activation consumed their energy." Mystimon explained.
"Damn it allI! I expressly forbade you to use that power to bring the human here!" MedievalGallantmon snapped, axe raising a few inchs from the ground.
"There was no other way from Witchelny!" Mystimon snapped back, forgetting for a few moments who he was dealing with.
The axe arived at his throat in a split-second.
"If you were not the last one avalible to teach the human I would delete you now." the regal knights tone had gone very dark, scowling down at the other Digimon. Mystimon knew better then to respond.
With a sigh MedievalGallantmon lowered his axe and turned back towards Raito, who was trying to follow the conversation as best as his limited knowledge of events would allow him.
"Well, the eggs will form soon enough at the village of beginnings." the regal knight stated, as if trying to reassure himself.
"Ah yes, about that.. no they won't." Mystimon said in an even tone. MedievalGallantmon spun slowly back to face him. "The data would have allowed that to happen, however, the human absorbed that data in the passage." the ultimate explained.
Silence reigned for several seconds.
"What?" Raito asked as they turned to him, eyeing his body up and down. "So it has." MedievalGallantmon held out a hand. "Show me the digivice." he ordered. Suddenly his feelings towards humanity was a little less then friendly, as he had just possibly lost three of his best servants.
"Excuse me, what?" Raito asked. A red and white hand snatched back what had been his cellphone and stared at the screen. It resembled the D-Tector emblem carved beside the prophecy writen down in Witchelny, but with obvious changes.
Firstly were its colors, which were not among the color combos described. Secondly was the circle engraved around the screen with the same symbols, in far more tiny format, that appeared on the back of Raitos shirt now.
Third was the digicode etched along the right-side trailing from the top along the side and bottom and finishing just where the grip appeared on the left. Among the tiny symbols, not one was lit, unlike on Raito.
"Did you find out what you wanted? Can I have my.. cellphone, back now?" Raito questioned.
"Its not a celphon!" Mystimon miss-pronouced it like MedievalGallantmon had earlier, "It is a Digivice, and irrivocalbly linked to your spirits now!" he stated irritably.
The mega handed the digivice back to Raito, and as he did, the three symbols that glew upon his back shone on the D-Tector.
"And that is proof of my words!" Mystimon added afterwards, while pointing at it to insure the human understood. Raito flipped it around to see what he was talking about and noticed the symbols. "Okay, and that means.. what exactly?"
A terribly annoyed sigh escaped both natural digimon. "It means you now have the powers of Fire, Ice, and Thunder in your grasp, in more ways then one." Mystimon explained.
"How so?" Raito asked him with a raised eyebrow.
Mystimon walked a short distance away and took his sword into his hand, igniting it. Then he turned the tip to the ground and began dragging it, in a circle then in a sort of sawed-off-star pattern. Finally he etched in the symbol of fire at the heart of it, and let the fire of his sword fade out.
"Like this!" He answered and sunk down on one knee, slamming his left hand to the symbol while his right still grasped the sword. A flash of red light came from his sword, then stuck the symbol in the strange design, and a ring of fire came into being surrounding the pattern.
"That is but a simple demonstration of the power I and my disciples know, and that which YOU will have to learn before leaving this place. However," Mystimon said and paused, "I cheated, by bending the laws of this skill."
Raito watched the scenario play out with some amusement and interest. It was rare that magic showed up in a dream.
"Yes. To do this properly, you must channel the energy through yourself and connect it by the circle of power then chain it to the source of energy in which you wish to bring forth." Mystimon said.
"Uh...??" Raito uttered, a bewildered expression on his face. MedievalGallantmon let out a sharp laugh at the tone from deep from within his chest. "HAHAHAHAH!"
"Let me show you." Mystimon responded, ignoring the king. He set his sword on the floor and placed his hands together and focused, then thrust them forward over the design. Instantly in a large flash of red light and a five foot tall pillar of flame arose up from the symbol.
"Whoa!" Raito, having approached the ring, leapt back and away while throwing up his hands to block his face. As he did this the symbols on his back lit up briefly, strongly, and with a flash of translucent light, a long staff appeared in one hand.
"What the hell?" he demanded, both at Mystimons pillar of flame and the staff suddenly held in one hand, which he launched away from his body quickly.
"How did you do that!?" Mystimon demanded, approaching the staff but even as he did it disolved into the floor.
"I-I don't know!" Raito responded, staring at the spot where the staff had been in surprise and a bit of fear. A slight drain of energy hit him all of a sudden and he gasped, feeling more tried and certaintly hungrier.
"That is one of the laws of this skill, the amount of energy put into creation is the amount taken. We call it equals tradeoff." Mystimon explained. While less than pleased to actually have a human here, he couldn't resist displaying his skill and knowledge therein.
"Enough, enough." MedievalGallantmon's voice interjected. "This is a day to celebrate, yes, the savior of the Digital world has arived! But it is late, and much has to be done. We will continue this in the morning. Raito, was it? Yes, Raito, follow me."
The regal knight turned and began walking away. Mystimon nodded his head and gave a bow to his king from behind, then also turned away and began walking towards his chambers. Raito, looking back and forth between the two, followed the king with a shrug.
