Shoutmon woke up on a small medical bed. It was a semi-dark room, with only a candle lighting it up. He saw the healer sitting next to him.

"W-who are you?" Shoutmon asked.

"I-I…" The healer took off his hood, showing a skull mask.

"Your face was burned?" Shoutmon was ultimately confused.

"No Ousama, I wear this to hide my identity. But just looking at me, you should be able to tell who I am. Until you do, my nickname is Healmon." Healmon put back on his hood and stood up.

"As you were asleep, this sword materialized out of nowhere. I can't seem to be able to pick it up." Healmon walked over to the blade.

"Here, lemme try." Shoutmon got off the bed, feeling fine. He walked next to Healmon, and examined the blade.

"Oh… There's inscription on the blade part. It reads, 'Tachi.' Weird..." Shoutmon grabbed the hilt. It was very weighty, but the perfect fit for the king. Suddenly, the code crown piece came out and spun around the sword.

"Woah, what is it doing?" Shoutmon watched as the piece broke into smaller pieces. They fell onto the blade, and flowed down like water.

"He who has wielded the legendary sword… use it to get rid of the demon who curses your world…"

"Ack!" Shoutmon dropped the sword, and jumped back.

"During the day, the sword gains power. Using it on the demon would be a fatefal blow."

"Jesus!" Shoutmon said as he still heard the random voice speak to him.

"What?" Healmon asked.

"I-I heard a voice. It was weird, as it sounded familiar." Shoutmon examined the inscription again. He started to swing the sword, and it felt great to do it.

"Woah… This greatsword is… amazing!" Shoutmon observed the weapon again. The middle of the hilt to the blade had a rhombus shape to it. Inside was a symbol of a crown.,

"Ousama… I can't believe it… That's-That's… Your sword." Healmon was shocked.

"M-my sword. No way." Shoutmon was happy, and felt ready to fight Myotismon. Off in the distance, a figure was walking towards them.

"Is that Knightmon?" Healmon asked, squinting.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, something is following them."

"Blip, blip!"

"What was that sound?" Healmon asked.

"Oh no… Not a good time right now Mikey. That call was to go meet him in the real world." Shoutmon took a quick thought.

"Wait… I only hooked that system to Miley's and Tagiru's team. If you're a random digimon, how could you hear it?" Shoutmon turned around. He pointed his sword at the healer.

"S-Shoutmon. P-put that down." Healmon spoke nervously.

"Answer me, before I answer myself." Shoutmon put his sword closer to the digimon, almost up to his neck.

"Sigh… I didn't want to show you, until it was the final battle." Healmon took off his hood, and slowly took off his mask.

"C-Cutemon? My chef Cutemon?" Shoutmon put the sword down, and hugged Cutemon.

"Oh, I am so glad you didn't die." Shoutmon began to tear up on Cutemon's shoulder.

"What do you mean, it was just a mini-tornado." Cutemon pushed Shoutmon enough to look at him.

"Gum-Gummy died…" Shoutmon started to sob.

"What?! I am so sorry to hear that Ousama…" Cutemon started to tear up as well.

As Shoutmon started to tear up, the sword began vibrating in the king's hand. It gave small emits of purple light.

"What the?" Shoutmon held up the blade to examine it.

"Don't… despair… now…"

"That… that voice!" Shoutmon was shocked to hear the sword speak to him.

"What? I didn't hear anything." Cutemon looked at Shoutmon in surprise.

"It… it was Gumdramon's voice."

-Knightmon-

The ground started to crunch with every step. The knights armor stepped on leaves hard, ripping holes in it. Up above, a thunderstorm was approaching, sending lightning down every few seconds.

"I am… coming Ousama." He huffed as he was exhausted walking for three days.

"I am… coming…"

"Clank!" The knight fell to the ground, knocked out cold.

"Perfect. Just as we wanted." The servant rolled Knightmon around. His hand gripped to the great sword he carried.

"The blade, is ours!" The servant yelled. The other few cheered and watched their leader grab the blade.

"To the digiworld, and the human world. Shall you be taken control of!" The servant grabbed Knightmon's hand, and one by one, removed his fingers off it. Lightning struck down after every finger.

"Index finger.""Boom.""Middle finger.""Boom.""Ring finger!""Boom!" A bolt struck a tree next to the servant.

"Pink-"

"Crash! Splat!""Oh no!" The others yelled. They went to the tree, and tried to disbelieve what happened.

"Captain? Speak to us." One of the goons tapped on her shoulder.

"Captain… please, say something." One of the goons began to tear up. The storm cleared up, and light was shone on Knightmon.

"Now is not the time to rest!" Something spoke. Slowly, Knightmon rose from the ground.

"Royal Knightmon, reporting for duty!" He held up his sword high in the sky.

"Run!" The goons yelled. They began running away, but the second Knightmon turned around.

"Click!" They were in stone, with the look of fear and innocence.

"I will be back, for now, I must go." The knight started to head for the Desert Ruins, not too far from the forest.

-Shoutmon-

"We are almost ready for battle. We just need Knightmon, that's if he is alive." Shoutmon thought of Gumdramon again. And the sword emitted the purple light.

"It's going to be ok. We will have Gumdramon and Knightmon soon." Cutemon pat the king's back.

"I am hoping nothing bad will happen. What if the sword fails? What if Knightmon is dead? What if Gumdramon can never recover?" Shoutmon started to breath heavily.

"Hey, calm down Ousama. Don't think about that, just keep your determination." Cutemon walked in front of the red mini-dragon.

"I know you are strong. Remember the fight against Bagramon?" Cutemon asked.

"Yes, but-"

"Shush. Remember the fight against Quartzmon?" Cutemon asked.

"Yes, but that was-" Shoutmon was cut off again.

"I don't care who got the final blow. In both fights, you had the most courage and heroic acts. Bagramon, you managed to kill him and saved your people. Quartzmon, you saved Mikey from getting hit by that damn traiter. What I am saying is, don't get sappy. Get happy, and be willing to fight for the one you love." It was quiet for a few seconds. Only the sounds of wind pushing the sand around the ruins.

"You know what, you're right. I need to be determined to fight Myotismon. He is nothing like Bagramon or Quartzmon, he is weak without all the power of the code crown." Shoutmon lifted his sword, and pointed it to the air. Cutemon looked at him, confused.

"When I was young, my grandfather told me about a legendary story. Even the part about becoming the appointed knight of a king. I remember the exact words to say to gain the power of a spirit known as, Wings." Shoutmon closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Atop of the dragons keep, point the sword to the steep of the mountain. Speak these words: Spirit Wings, open up your heart and bless the power of my sword to be able to fight back the current evil!" As Shoutmon finished speaking, the clouds were cut by a large beam of lights.

-Spirit Realm-

"Gumdramon, my king, allow me to be of aide. You are most important to a different island, Xavier. There, Wings must be calmed down." Monkeymon looked out to the struggling digimon.

"Pushhhhhh!" The trio looked out to see clouds being separated by a beam of light.

"Woah, where's that coming from?" Gumdramon asked.

"I actually don't know. But let's go to Xavier, we have a war to fight." Sanzomon said walking to the edge of Athens. "You ready my king?" She said about to lift off.

Gumdramon looked around the beautiful island. Even though it was still in ruins, it had a lot of flowers growing on it. The grass was amazingly soft and green, it reminded the young dragon of being at the castle. "Yes, only if it means I return home to my king." Gumdramon gave Sanzomon and Monkeymon a determined look, and he jumped on the angel digimon.

"I will do my best to get you back home. Just help us first sire." Sanzomon knelt down, then lifted off.

"Woosh."

-Digimon World-

Shoutmon stood there with the sword still in the air. He opened his eyes, and examined the area. "Huh?" Shoutmon was confused to see grass, and the desert ruins to be nowhere. Surrounding him was just a plot of grass and void.

"Where am I?" He asked, looking around.

"I had to do it. You were about to be killed sire…" That voice sounded familiar to the mini-dragon.

"Kn-Knightmon? What did you have to do?" Shoutmon asked, staring into the darkness before him.

"I had to put you in my safe zone. If I let you out, please tell me you will be ready. Please, please, please, please!" Knightmon begged the king.

"Sure thing. Where are they?" Shoutmon asked putting the sword against his left shoulder, ready to swing.

"Just stand there, turning or walking will surely be fatal." Knightmon said. Suddenly, the void was being sucked out, and light was replacing it. Shoutmon felt the hot sand against his feet, and noticed bandits in front of him, stoned.

"Knightmon, they're stoned." Shoutmon said. Nothing responded.

"Knightmon?" Shoutmon had realized that Knightmon wasn't there. But neither was Cutemon and the residents.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He asked, shouting. Nothing spoke back. Only the hot, blazing sun and the wind drifting sand against the already eroded stone.

"Weird." Shoutmon was getting a little nervous. He was all alone, so anyone had the potential to challenge him. The king, had officially, lost it. "Why am I so alone!?" He screamed at the desert. He threw the sword down, and jumped down. "Why, why, why, why!?"

-Spirit Realm-

Gumdramon and Sanzomon landed on Wing's island. In front, was a golden gate. Protected by spirits that specifically Wing's chose to protect.

"It's going to be hard to even enter. Spirits that attempt to enter, and fail, are removed of their past form and can only be in a ball. Granted, much easier to live it, but easier to recover data staying in your former form." Gumdramon took a deep breath.

"Stay back, I got this." Gumdramon started walking towards the door.

"My king, wait!" Sanzomon yelled out to the dragon. "Are you sure? I am willing to potentially sacrifice myself for you." Sanzomon asked, which gave him a thought.

"Don't worry, I have a plan." Gumdramon continued walking forward to the gate, and the spirits stopped him.

"Woah, we don't just let anyone in. You gotta prove it."

"How so?" Gumdramon asked.

"Show us your skill. Most spirits have an ability, use it on us, and we'll let you in." The spirits gave a smug smirk.

"Oh, ok." Gumdramon held out his hand, to which nothing happened.

"Ha, ha, ha." The spirits laughed at Gumdramon. "It's impossible that a little dragon like you, has the power of wind."

"Pffwoosh."

"Woooah." The spirits were pushed from the gate, and they opened. Gumdramon wiped his hands, and the dust fell from them.

"I think I have proved my point. Follow me Sanzomon." Gumdramon waved for her to follow. They both entered the gate and saw the shocked faces of the chosen spirits.