Chapter 9: The Creator
A young kid woke up, and he heard his Mother cooking and his Father taking a shower, the birds chirping, and his pet dog panting. The young kid thought of these sounds as the wonders of life, or the Sounds of Life, if you will,,the Scent of Life, as the kid called these things under a heading called "The Wonders of Life", is the scent of dog on the kid's clothing, Mother baking, cooking, and of course, cleaning, his Father's after-work breath, his after-shave, and the scent which the kid didn't smell but the kid's Father called the "The Sweet Smell of Money." Then there were the Sensitivities of Life, feeling the kid's Golden Retriever's fluffy, soft,, Heaven-like fur, the kid's own baby soft skin (even though the kid was like nine years old) Mother's hair, which felt like silk. Father's strength, which made the kid feel safe and protected. Next were the Sights of Life, when looking through its own ruby red eyes, the kid could see all the different things in the kid's room, the poster the kid made on the computer about "The Wonders of Life" the kid's economic-friendly room, the dog's yellow fur, the chirping bird's (Which is a Cardinal's) red-black feathers, Father's tuxedo that he wore to work everyday (Being a business man) Mother's always-dirty-in-some-way clothes. usually by cooking though. Finally, there were the Tastes of Life, the warm crunchy toast, the scrambled eggs, and cold milk in the morning.
However, one day the unthinkable happened to the kid. A bombshell was prematurely dropped by accident by a Bomber Plane, and landed on top of the house, killing the family, dog, and all of the friendly chirping birds near the house. The parents and dog went to Heaven, but the kid woke up in a strange world, as if the kid just got sucked into a portal, a second life. The kid's 'landing strip' was no more than one acre far and wide. It was nothing more than a barren of a place. The kid overcome with emotion, mostly sadness of not being able to be with his loved ones made a tear drop from his face. And once the tear hit the ground the entire barrens were turned into a lush garden, this did not please the kid however, for the gardens was the place where he spent time with the wildlife, so it angered him, he struck the ground with amazing force, causing the acre to expand for miles beyond the eye. When the kid took a step forward, it moved the kid a thousand steps forward. "If I can do this, I can make a place like home." The kid smiled, and tested his newfound abilities. Every time he jumped the world got bigger and wider, and the atmosphere went farther. When it stomped, craters were made, when it spat into the crater, the crater was suddenly filled with water. When it cried, it made another oasis. When it laughed, it made the creatures it cherished over so many years. When it breathed in or out, wind currents were made in that direction. But something was missing, the kid forgot to make living things it could actually talk to, so the kid made a whole new species, one that wouldn't make war with their own kind, the Digimon, it breathed out the ability to speak into the animals it made, giving them the gift of English. The kid satisfied made a place he called Heaven, his own version, and left out the 'other place'. He lived in heaven, until he made a number of his favorite Digimon his sub-leaders.
