Draco hissed in pain his natural magic had healed most of his burns already and he had regained feeling in his skin but his arm was broken and slowly and painfully healing. The process of repairing the arm required his magic to shift the bone and return everything too its original place. It was taking longer than usual because of interference from his crests which also wished to aid him. The two forces conflicted and fought, causing him more pain than necessary. Draco closed his eyes and concentrated willing the two forces to work together. He lost himself in the depths of his concentration as the two forces suddenly clicked together the flow of combined powers speeding up the healing process tenfold.
Suddenly soft seductive whispers entered his mind. The darkness of his mind so long ago buried burst forth as If a dam had been broken he was nearly drowning in the dark energy when two symbols glowed to life on his chest one the crest of Friendship the other the crest of sincerity. They shielded him from the swirling mass of darkness as it pulsed around him attempting to find a crack in his defenses a single weak spot that they could break though and swallow him whole and viciously taint his pure heart. But the crests power remained strong Draco came from a dark family if he had not ventured into the Digital world and met Hermione and Harry he would still be the same dark selfish spoiled stuck up pureblood he was a two years ago, In actuality it was only one year in their world but two counting the long months spent in the Digital world. If he hadn't become a Chosen Child he would grow up a willing servant of the Dark Lord a disgrace to human kind never to know true happiness. But he wasn't like that anymore he would never again allow himself to be pulled into the darkness.
He focused on the main life changer for him, his partner Liollmon who had stood by his side and respected his decisions despite his earliest ones being bad choices on his part. The Digimon was so Loyal he often thought of himself as unworthy too have such a partner. He knew that he needed Liollmon much more then Liollmon needed him. Liollmon Harry Hermione Lunamon and Coronamon were His True family.
Neither of the group came from good homes nor did they seem to have good futures each being pushed towards something different by this relatives, Hermione was pushed towards being a Doctor or Scientist by her Parents while Draco was pushed towards being a Death Eater and Harry's relatives seemed to want him to have a future as a dead he gave in all of their fighting in the past would be useless if his defenses fell for even a second he would be consumed ravaged and viciously tainted by the dark forces of the Digital World. His pure light magic would turn dark his crests would deactivate and he would return to being the person he was not.
It would mean destruction devastation and end of the Muggle Magical and Digital worlds. And Yet, There was the one seed of doubt. What if Harry and Hermione had already given in? What if it was up to him to save the Digital world on his own? No to defeat Vamdemon it would take the combined strength of all the Chosen Children. He alone would not be able to save the worlds. If they had already given in then it would be up to him to drive the darkness away from his friends but the pressure was too much if he failed millions would die if he succeeded all would live.
He would most likely fail after all Harry was the one that always came through in a tough time not him. Harry no matter how weak he seemed or how much he came to him and Mione for advice was the strongest of them all. That is why he was their leader he could do things no one else could things thought impossible he was the very force that held the together the first treacherous months in the Digital World. If Harry had not been there they would have surely fallen long before now.
Suddenly his shield wavered as the whispers came back full force violently pounding against his shield as it became weaker the harder the darkness pounded the swirling mass of dark energy suddenly froze it did not move Draco held his breath as the Whispers stopped and his shield suddenly shattered the darkness reared like a snake preparing to attack. Then it stuck smashing into him violently wrapping around him powerfully. The whirlwind of darkness coiled around him preventing movement of any kind he was lucky he could even breach through the almost suffocating dark energy.
He screamed a blood curdling scream as it seeped into him burning his pure heart as the tainting dark flames overtook the weakened light. Darkness had swallowed his heart at last he wriggled struggled squirmed tired everything in his power to escape it but it was no use his vibrant grey eyes turned to a murky grey black as he slumped over barley breathing and in much pain the evil forces had regain control of the young chosen child.
PicoDevimon stared at the Young Chosen in shock. Shocked and fearful of what he had just seen. The Boy seemed to be concentrating on something when suddenly darkness has surrounded him circling him like a hungry wolf the blond had started to glow his crests forming a protective shield around him. Then after what seemed like forever the Shield wavered and the darkness came back stronger it was not much time before the child's shield crumbled. The Dark energy had coiled around him before he glowed with pure darkness and then the screams. The little Mon shuddered at the memory. The agonizing screams of pure pain as the darkness melded with the blond it was amazing that he did not cave into the darkness sooner. The child got to his feet he stood tall with an air of authority around him that he did not have before. He turned towards the Small Digimon and spoke. "Take me to Vamdemon."
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This chapter worries me. Mostly because It's kind of sappy and embarrassing. . Hope It's good. . .
