Author's Notes: Okay, for no reason whatsoever I'm posting part one of my fic. Things begin to get slightly more exciting, but will really pick up in the next part! At least I think so. Read and review! I don't own digimon, blah, blah, blah, you know the rest.
Dungeons & Destinies
Part One: Asthimar of Kallistor
I was too shocked to scream. I looked up. Lying by a nearby tree, all bashed and bloody, lie a man. He looked to be around his late twenties and was clad in leather and some kind of armour.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I mean no harm."
"W-w-who are you?" I asked. "What do you want?"
"My name is Asthimar," the man said. "I am a mage from the town of Kallistor. I need your help."
"You look pretty beat up," I told the man. "I'd better get you to a hospital." I stood up to call the others but he pulled me back down.
"No!" he rasped. "My wounds are fatal, you must listen! I have something important to tell you."
"What?"
"I'm searching for the nine chosen children. My world is in danger and only they can save it." Nine chosen children? Well me and my other eight friends were chosen children, but we saved the digital world, not parallel dimensions.
"Chosen children?" I repeated. "How can I help?"
"You," the man pointed at me," come here." I didn't budge. This man was off his rocker! "Come here, now."
He pulled me close to him, by my shirt collar. He closed his eyes and placed his palm against my forehead. A jolt of energy rushed through me. I jerked back, but he kept his hand positioned. He seemed to be searching my mind, my memory, I don't know. All of a sudden, pain rushed through me, it felt like electricity was pulsing through my vains. My vision was fading, darkness growing. I cried out as the darkness grew.
"You and your friends are our only hope," Asthimar said, and I blacked out.
End of part one! Sorry if it's short, the next few parts will be longer, I promise! What will happen to Tai and the others? Read and review so I will post part 2 and you'll find out. You can also email me at crest_friendship7@hotmail.com
Dungeons & Destinies
Part One: Asthimar of Kallistor
I was too shocked to scream. I looked up. Lying by a nearby tree, all bashed and bloody, lie a man. He looked to be around his late twenties and was clad in leather and some kind of armour.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I mean no harm."
"W-w-who are you?" I asked. "What do you want?"
"My name is Asthimar," the man said. "I am a mage from the town of Kallistor. I need your help."
"You look pretty beat up," I told the man. "I'd better get you to a hospital." I stood up to call the others but he pulled me back down.
"No!" he rasped. "My wounds are fatal, you must listen! I have something important to tell you."
"What?"
"I'm searching for the nine chosen children. My world is in danger and only they can save it." Nine chosen children? Well me and my other eight friends were chosen children, but we saved the digital world, not parallel dimensions.
"Chosen children?" I repeated. "How can I help?"
"You," the man pointed at me," come here." I didn't budge. This man was off his rocker! "Come here, now."
He pulled me close to him, by my shirt collar. He closed his eyes and placed his palm against my forehead. A jolt of energy rushed through me. I jerked back, but he kept his hand positioned. He seemed to be searching my mind, my memory, I don't know. All of a sudden, pain rushed through me, it felt like electricity was pulsing through my vains. My vision was fading, darkness growing. I cried out as the darkness grew.
"You and your friends are our only hope," Asthimar said, and I blacked out.
End of part one! Sorry if it's short, the next few parts will be longer, I promise! What will happen to Tai and the others? Read and review so I will post part 2 and you'll find out. You can also email me at crest_friendship7@hotmail.com