EDIT! 1/15/13 and 3/21/13:
Dang, I'm so sorry for not updating this story in so long! I'm working on the next chapter right now, and I just thought I should let you know I changed this chapter. Decided I didn't want to do something after all. K, so, that's it, and again, sorry! D':
Me: Hey, where's Trix at? I haven't seen him.
Candlemon: Nor have I...
Rita: *Looks a little worried* He's in his room... this chapter kind of upset him.
Me: *Nods* Understandable... anyways, I'm doing this thing where I bold the *POVs* now, so, yah. Anyways, on with the story! ^^
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Italics - Dreams, visions, or thoughts within either
'Italics' - Thoughts
"Normal" - Speech
*Bold* - Points of view
"Bold" - An attack
Wizardmon's Quest: The Prophecy Revealed
Chapter 4: What's Wrong with Impmon?
*Trix's POV*
"Keeper Mystimon!" The group chorused.
The knight-like digimon chuckled, deep and heartily. "Yes, it is very nice to see you all, children." He paused to look each of us in the eye. He seemed to hold Sparky's for a longer period of time. When he came to me, I thought I saw something flicker through his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it had come—must have been my imagination. "…so, today is finally the day. For many of you, you shall begin your new life with vigor, but others will have to wait another full year or more. I wish you all good luck, and hope you all receive the opportunity to Digivolve this time." We cheered at his mini speech, excited. "But first, you have chores to do."
"Awww…" Our group let out a collective groan as he finished.
"Yes, yes. I know it's far from your favorite part of the holiday, but we all have a role to play." He laughed again, "I should know exactly how you feel. I once had to do the same assortment of tasks as you, and I hated it." He smiled. "But don't worry, it'll go by quickly."
I groaned. "Ugh, I forgot we have to do chores. I hope he's right about it being easy."
"Same here," Candlemon whispered back.
"So, I'll separate you into groups..." the gathered rookies groaned. "...unless you would rather pick your own?"
Sparky glanced over at me and grinned. As one, the group cheerfully replied, "Yes please, Sir!"
His eyes crinkled. "I thought you might like that." He took on a commanding tone. "Now, separate into groups of a minimum of 2, and a maximum of 4. Come back here as soon as you do that."
I glanced over at my friend, only to see a multitude of other digimon already making their way towards him. I frowned, and thought, 'Well, there goes my partner…' Just as I was about to turn around to find a new partner, Sparky pushed his way up to stand next to me.
I must've looked pretty miserable, because he chuckled slightly when he saw me. "Trix, you need to have more faith in me."
"Huh?" I stupidly asked.
He turned towards the swiftly growing crowd. "Sorry guys, I already have a partner, and I only need one."
With a mixture of groans, grumbles, and sighs, the group dispersed. He turned towards me. "Well?"
"Well, what?"
He laughed again. "Well, after that little speech, are you going to be my partner, or what?"
I grinned, relieved. "Eh, sure, why not."
He smirked as I walked over. "Yah, right. You're happy that I decided to stick with you."
My grin grew wider. "Yah? So what if I am?"
His smirk grew as well. "Come on, we have to get our job."
I groaned, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "Seriously? Why can't we just ditch it? With my luck, we'll end up being in charge of putting up the ice statues again!"
He frowned, but chuckled."Trix!"
I sighed reluctantly, lowering my arms. "Fine…"
He grinned triumphantly. "And now, with that settled, let's go!" He started making his way towards Mystimon.
I heaved a sigh and began to follow him, when I suddenly got this intense headache. I stumbled and fell to my knees, hands to my head. Images of frightened In-Training, Rookies, and even Champions along with a few Ultimates flashed past me. All had hideous wounds, and were in their own pools of blood. In one, I saw a clawed hand raised over a pleading Gummymon. In another, a Devidramon with claw marks slashed across its face was cringing from a strange machine. A third showed a human and his partner, a beaten up Elecmon.
Horrified, I tried to look away, but couldn't.
"Trix, Trix!"
*Candlemon's POV*
"Trix, Trix! Are you alright? TRIX!"
"Excuse me, let me through Candlemon!"
"But sir!"
"I know, and that's why I have brought Elder Wisemon with me. I suspected something was wrong as soon as I saw him."
"Let me through! I must see this child!" An old, cloaked figure pushed his way in behind Mystimon through the quickly growing crowd. I recognized him as one of the first Keepers called. Wait, he's an Elder?!
"Please step aside." He came up to Trix, still shaking on the floor, now surrounded by a dark aura. He turned towards Mystimon. "I am going to attempt to pull him out of it. If anything goes wrong, you know what to do."
After a moment, the knight nodded. 'What is he talking about? What's wrong with Trix?' I thought anxiously.
Keeper, err… Elder Wisemon placed his hands on Trix's forehead. Trix's own eyes were wide open with shock, oblivious to the world around him. He was locked in his own struggle with who-knows-what, shivering feverishly.
The Elder began mouthing words from a long dead language, his hands glowing. He closed his eyes.
*Trix's POV*
Images of dying digimon were still flicking by, one after the other. There for a split-second, gone the next, replaced with yet another. And now, there were these glowing, blood-red eyes in the background. 'Make it stop!' I cried out, wanting it to end. Shortly afterwards, oddly enough, I felt another… presence. The presence spoke to me.
"Trix, listen to me! I want to help you, just let me. Impmon, take my hand!"
A shining hand appeared in front of me. Desperate, I reached out to grab it.
*Candlemon's POV*
The Elder began shaking along with Trix, his eyes dancing beneath their lids. When I saw this, I immediately panicked. 'What's happening!?'
Mystimon came up behind him his sword out, and placed his hand on Wisemon's shoulder. As he did this, the aura began to cover the Elder's hand. After a few seconds of worry, it began to recede for no apparent reason, much to my relief.
Suddenly, Trix grabbed the Elder's hand and both of their eyes shot open, Trix's face paler than usual.
He looked up after a moment and slurred, "…Guys?"
We all let out pent-up sighs of relief. I hadn't even realized I had been holding one in.
"Trix!" A purple blur tackled him as he began to sit up. "Oh Trix, you're okay! I was so worried!"
I grinned weakly. Leave it to Rita to make an entrance like that.
I glanced behind me to find a relieved looking Labramon in the confused crowd that had gathered. He padded a little closer. "We all were."
If I remember their names correctly, Dylan was next to him. On his other side were the DemiWarlockmon twins. Forest the Renamon was peering around behind them with Tsukaimon floating to the side with a few others of his kind. I think I even saw another of the Elders–a FlaWizardmon. They were uncertainly glancing between each other, whispering.
"Is he okay?" That was Dylan.
"What happened?" One of the Tsukaimon apparently squeaked, his fellow Patamon variations murmuring to themselves confusedly.
"Is there something wrong with that child?" This time Forest, eyes narrowed as she gazed from above the group at Trix.
"I can't see!"
"Ow! You're stepping on me!"
"Shut up, Sis. Some kid just passed out!"
"Really?" ...And all that was from the DemiWarlockmon twins.
FlaWizardmon, recognizing me, sent me a silent question, worry clear upon his features. I had known him as a DemiMeramon before he was chosen to be an Elder, and sighed regretfully, shaking my head in response to my old friend.
The imp in question looked absolutely stunned, and for once, couldn't seem to be able to form a single sentence. Not even a snarky comeback!
Labramon pulled Rita off Trix while Mystimon helped the Elder to his feet. I hopped over to Trix and held out my hand. He didn't respond, just continued to stare off into space.
The Elder whispered something to Mystimon, and he nodded. "Alright, that's enough. He's alright. There's nothing to see here! Go back to your jobs." He shooed the group away, FlaWizardmon quickly recovering and helping.
Before he left, the flame wizard looked at me sadly. I simply nodded grimly in response.
Another Mon didn't leave just yet. Guilmon, an old buddy of mine, jogged up to me. In his childish voice he asked, "Candlemon, what happened to Trixmon?"
I sighed, and smiled slightly. "Guil, you have to remember, it's just Trix. That's his name. His species is Impmon."
In response, he gave me a lopsided grin. "I know; I just like the sound of Trixmon more." I laughed loudly with him at that, as people do when worried.
When I had finished, his face took on a serious expression, which was certainly a surprise. I could count on my fingers the number of times he's done that. "Candlemon, is he really going to be okay?"
I looked down, than behind me at the digimon in question. I turned back slowly. "I don't know Guil, I just don't know."
He looked worried, but it's hard to keep him that way for long. Naturally, he was smiling again before long; though, it wasn't as sincere as usual. "Well, tell him I said hi! And to feel better!" He raced to catch up with his group, turning around to wave at us while he was running. I smiled and waved back, then turned back to Trix, the grin sliding off my face. Now the only ones left were me, Rita, Labramon, Wisemon, Mystimon, a few stray students that Witchmon herself was rounding up, and a still wide-eyed Trix.
I took a few steps away from Trix to give him some space and glanced at Labramon again, wondering if he was okay. I quirked a waxy eyebrow when I noticed he was looking strangely at the Elder.
When he realized someone was looking at him, he turned towards me. "Well, guess I should be going." He gave a final glance at Rita and Trix and smiled reassuringly at me. After a last fleeting look at Wisemon, he padded away.
I sighed, turning back in time to see Rita help her brother to his feet. An arm draped around the even paler than usual imp, she looked towards me. "Hey, go on, we'll catch up." I hesitated, than nodded, hopping off.
Behind me, Rita grimaced, looking at Mystimon and the Elder. The knight shook his head while Wisemon looked grim. "…The solstice should be occurring soon. You should go."
"But what's wrong with Impmon?"
His answer didn't exactly reassure the little demon. "I am unsure."
Heya guys, Rose here again! That's chapter number four up... so the next one might take a little longer, sorry. Anyways, I was wondering if anyone caught the Leomon and Guilmon referances. If so cookie for you! XD
Wow, a CAKE for GothicCheshire fo noticing one I didn't even see! A Beelzemon referance, to be exact. =L
See ya next time! =3
-MitzvahRose