Glimpses of a Forgotten Past: Prophecy Unleashed by Child of the Faeries
Part 5
"This was my home," Centarumon said gravely, bowing as we entered the ancient temple.
"What is this place?" Jim asked, running his fingers downs the engraved symbols that lined the walls.
"This is the Ancient House of Prophecy," Centarumon said. "The history of the Digital World is written on these walls, along with what the future will hold."
"Does it tell of a way to defeat Souldramon?" I asked quickly, and Centarumon sighed.
"It's not that easy, children. Only certain prophecies can be read and acted upon. Failing to choose the right prophecy could forget your life. But if we get it right, we might be able to open the gate and return you to your world."
"So there are hundreds and thousands of different prophesies in here? How in the world will we be able to find the right one?" Gennai asked, his eyes focused on his Digimon.
"Jun will choose the right one," he said softly, and I gasped.
"I will not nothing of the sort! I would pick the wrong one, and screw everything up-"
"We have faith in you," Parrotmon said quietly from the entrance.
"Where would I even begin?" I questioned, and Centarumon pulled my hands to the side of the temple.
"Feel the power surge through you. Follow the energy to where the walls have cracked and the future flows through. Close your eyes and follow your heart."
My heart beating fast, I gasped. "I can't do this."
"You can do this," Michael softly. "You have to." Gritting my teeth, I let the energy flow. My hands slid over the rune-filled walls, twisting and turning through the narrow labyrinth that the ancient temple possessed. Sweat pouring from my face, I stopped, my hands tingling.
"This is it," I whispered in wonder. The words began to glow, rearranging themselves into Japanese. "Five Destined to save the Digital World, and purge it of it's darkness. They shall call the prophecy upon themselves, and thus be trapped in it's magic. The Child of Fire, Child of Ice, Child of Healing, Child of Tears, and the Child of Black Lightening. Within themselves they will find the power to restore the Digital World to it's past state, invoking the eight stones of virtue." I paused. "What does it mean?"
"It wouldn't be a prophecy if it explained everything," Frigimon said darkly. "I don't like it."
"Why not?" Sam asked quietly.
"I don't like the part, 'They shall call the prophecy upon themselves, and thus be trapped in it's magic.' It sound's fishy to me."
"I want to know who the children are," Michael whispered from the back. "Are we the five destined?"
"It certainly would appear so," Snimon sniped from his perch behind Sam. Sam gave him a dark look, and he shut his mouth.
"So what's our next move?" Gennai asked, turning to face me. I wiped my face off and smiled.
"We're going to pay a visit to Souldramon." The others gasped, looking at me in horror.
"Are you stupid?" Jim said, moving beside me. "Our Digimon will be defenseless against his powerful attacks, and he will surely take them with his Soul Snatching attack. Then how could we win?"
"Then we cannot afford to lose," I said. "We don't have forever to be running around in the woods, hiding from his henchmen. Time is running out for us. The question is...... are you strong enough to stick your feet in and fight, or will you turn and run?"
"I won't back down," Jim said evenly, staring deeply into my eyes. "I'm not a coward."
"We must go into this battle with an all-or-nothing mentality. We will fight to our deaths, if it must be. There is no other way," I said harshly, staring at the others.
"The most formidable opponent is a man who has nothing to lose," Gennai murmured with ruthlessly mentality.
"Souldramon's lair lies inside this mountain," Seadramon whispered gently. I looked upwards at the mountain that towered above our heads.
"It looks like it goes on for an infinity," I said in awe. "Infinity Mountain."
"Quiet!" Michael warned, "You're going to get us caught." We continued down the cold stone steps, our footsteps echoing loudly in the grey passageway. Every now and then a torch lit the ground, but it's light was pallor compared to the darkness that surrounded us.
Our arrival was unchallenged, which struck me as odd. Certainly Souldramon had guards to protect him....
Suddenly the floor gave way beneath us and I felt myself falling through time and space. Crying out in fear, I snatched hold of Sam's hand as we fell, clinging to each other Death rushed to meet us.
Then it stopped. Froze in midair, my eyes scanned the room hastily as we were lowered to the wet ground.
A dark dragon sat near a blue fire, his eyes glittering black. A smile twisted on his lips as he rose gently and spun in the air. Suddenly he was a man, lithe and strong, a pair of sinewy black wings protruding from his back.
He laughed, like fingernails scraping down a chalkboard. "You children have finally come to challenge me. Pathetic," he screeched, his eyes filled with dark hatred. "You will not beat me, my children."
Suddenly Seadramon snaked forward, his blue body darting towards Souldramon. Souldramon easy jumped to the air, and send Seadramon flying to the other end of the room. "Seadramon is worthless."
"He is not!" Michael cried out angrily. "He's the only real friend I've ever had." He paused, fire in his eyes. "Even though I'm the youngest, I'll willing to risk it all to beat you and save my friend." Souldramon smirked.
"Very well, little one," he said darkly. "I will show you what risking it all means to risk it all." A quick flap of his wings brought him to Seadramon's side. As Seadramon rose to attack, and deafening crack filled the air. "Soul Snatcher." Seadramon collapsed.
"No...." Michael whispered, running to his Digimon's side. Seadramon moaned, his blue eyes turned towards Michael.
"Michael..." he stammered, and started to glow. There was a flash of violet light, and Betamon appeared where Seadramon once had been. "I'm sorry," he whispered hollowly.
"You did your best, buddy," Michael said, hugging his green frog companion close while tears poured down his face. Souldramon leered over them.
"Giving up so soon? I was only getting started," he said.
"Leave them alone!" I yelled loudly, stepping forward. "If you want to hurt someone, hurt me. I am the leader."
"Are you not afraid?" Souldramon teased, turning from his young prey.
"A soul without fear cannot be governed." He drew himself up to his full height, trying to frighten me. "I will not back down."
"Very well. I will kill you first," he said, releasing his attack. The icy shards hit my skin, searing where the Meramon had burned me, but I didn't flinch.
"You're pitiful attacks cannot hurt me," I scoffed. "It is your cold heart that gives you your power, and I am the Child of Ice."
"Are you calling the prophecy upon yourself, then?" Souldramon asked, unmasked fear in his eyes. "Do you know what this means?"
"I am the Child of Ice, bound to my duty," I said harshly.
"And I the Child of Fire," Gennai said, taking hold of my hand and squeezing it gently. Souldramon backed up.
Jim stood, his eyes flickering in the firelight. "I am the Child of Healing, mending the wounded and restoring the past."
Michael sniffled from his seat. "I... am the Child..... of Tears," he sobbed, the air tightening around us.
A suddenly movement caught our eyes as Sam stood up, his hair flung back. His eyes looked as black as night as he whispered the fateful words," Child of Black Lightening." Another sharp crack, and something changed.
"It is done," Souldramon whispered. Suddenly I felt a power inside of myself, the same power as I had felt back in the ancient temple. The future was pouring through me, changing the course of time.
Suddenly I started to glow, unable to find my power any longer. A pink light engulfed me. Against the wall, a black bubble surrounded Sam as well. One by one we all began to glow.
Our Digimon rose to their feet, our energy linking with theirs. "Attack!" I shouted, lost in the magic. "We are the DigiDestined and we cannot lose!"
Our Digimon hit him with their attacks, and he fell to the floor. Again and again he was hit, and finally he closed his eyes and sunk to the ground. A faint glow surrounded him.
"I was easily defeated," he whispered softly. "I could not change the Fate you have chosen for our world. Take heed, my children.... next time you will win, but at a cost." His eyes rolled to where Sam stood alone.
"Child of Black Lightening...... I pity that you called this power upon yourself. It is rumored that lightening never strikes the same place twice..... but you will prove that wrong. Darkness fill visit your family twice, in you....... and your younger brother."
"Don't speak about Kenny-boy like that," he said angrily. "Whatever I do is of my own free will. Do not drag him into it."
"It is all foretold in the Ancient House of Prophesies....... there is nothing I can do." The evil Digimon blinked wearily. "I wasn't all evil, you know. You could have chosen a better prophecy, one that lead to happiness and rebirth in the Digital World. You have chosen Death and Chaos."
"We did what was needed," Gennai hissed.
"But it will take another group to fix what you have started. For when your battles end, they will not stop the Darkness from growing here. My gift I give to you are the Eight Stones of Virtue. They will choose the new group of children." He started to fade, his eyes failing. With weary hands he flung them skyward, and eight small blue hearts appeared. "These will mark the eight children who will save this world," he said brokenly. He blew, and the hearts drifted up to heaven."
"Why are you helping us?" Sam asked coldly.
"Because I believe in you," was his final reply as he broke into nothingness.
Part 5
"This was my home," Centarumon said gravely, bowing as we entered the ancient temple.
"What is this place?" Jim asked, running his fingers downs the engraved symbols that lined the walls.
"This is the Ancient House of Prophecy," Centarumon said. "The history of the Digital World is written on these walls, along with what the future will hold."
"Does it tell of a way to defeat Souldramon?" I asked quickly, and Centarumon sighed.
"It's not that easy, children. Only certain prophecies can be read and acted upon. Failing to choose the right prophecy could forget your life. But if we get it right, we might be able to open the gate and return you to your world."
"So there are hundreds and thousands of different prophesies in here? How in the world will we be able to find the right one?" Gennai asked, his eyes focused on his Digimon.
"Jun will choose the right one," he said softly, and I gasped.
"I will not nothing of the sort! I would pick the wrong one, and screw everything up-"
"We have faith in you," Parrotmon said quietly from the entrance.
"Where would I even begin?" I questioned, and Centarumon pulled my hands to the side of the temple.
"Feel the power surge through you. Follow the energy to where the walls have cracked and the future flows through. Close your eyes and follow your heart."
My heart beating fast, I gasped. "I can't do this."
"You can do this," Michael softly. "You have to." Gritting my teeth, I let the energy flow. My hands slid over the rune-filled walls, twisting and turning through the narrow labyrinth that the ancient temple possessed. Sweat pouring from my face, I stopped, my hands tingling.
"This is it," I whispered in wonder. The words began to glow, rearranging themselves into Japanese. "Five Destined to save the Digital World, and purge it of it's darkness. They shall call the prophecy upon themselves, and thus be trapped in it's magic. The Child of Fire, Child of Ice, Child of Healing, Child of Tears, and the Child of Black Lightening. Within themselves they will find the power to restore the Digital World to it's past state, invoking the eight stones of virtue." I paused. "What does it mean?"
"It wouldn't be a prophecy if it explained everything," Frigimon said darkly. "I don't like it."
"Why not?" Sam asked quietly.
"I don't like the part, 'They shall call the prophecy upon themselves, and thus be trapped in it's magic.' It sound's fishy to me."
"I want to know who the children are," Michael whispered from the back. "Are we the five destined?"
"It certainly would appear so," Snimon sniped from his perch behind Sam. Sam gave him a dark look, and he shut his mouth.
"So what's our next move?" Gennai asked, turning to face me. I wiped my face off and smiled.
"We're going to pay a visit to Souldramon." The others gasped, looking at me in horror.
"Are you stupid?" Jim said, moving beside me. "Our Digimon will be defenseless against his powerful attacks, and he will surely take them with his Soul Snatching attack. Then how could we win?"
"Then we cannot afford to lose," I said. "We don't have forever to be running around in the woods, hiding from his henchmen. Time is running out for us. The question is...... are you strong enough to stick your feet in and fight, or will you turn and run?"
"I won't back down," Jim said evenly, staring deeply into my eyes. "I'm not a coward."
"We must go into this battle with an all-or-nothing mentality. We will fight to our deaths, if it must be. There is no other way," I said harshly, staring at the others.
"The most formidable opponent is a man who has nothing to lose," Gennai murmured with ruthlessly mentality.
"Souldramon's lair lies inside this mountain," Seadramon whispered gently. I looked upwards at the mountain that towered above our heads.
"It looks like it goes on for an infinity," I said in awe. "Infinity Mountain."
"Quiet!" Michael warned, "You're going to get us caught." We continued down the cold stone steps, our footsteps echoing loudly in the grey passageway. Every now and then a torch lit the ground, but it's light was pallor compared to the darkness that surrounded us.
Our arrival was unchallenged, which struck me as odd. Certainly Souldramon had guards to protect him....
Suddenly the floor gave way beneath us and I felt myself falling through time and space. Crying out in fear, I snatched hold of Sam's hand as we fell, clinging to each other Death rushed to meet us.
Then it stopped. Froze in midair, my eyes scanned the room hastily as we were lowered to the wet ground.
A dark dragon sat near a blue fire, his eyes glittering black. A smile twisted on his lips as he rose gently and spun in the air. Suddenly he was a man, lithe and strong, a pair of sinewy black wings protruding from his back.
He laughed, like fingernails scraping down a chalkboard. "You children have finally come to challenge me. Pathetic," he screeched, his eyes filled with dark hatred. "You will not beat me, my children."
Suddenly Seadramon snaked forward, his blue body darting towards Souldramon. Souldramon easy jumped to the air, and send Seadramon flying to the other end of the room. "Seadramon is worthless."
"He is not!" Michael cried out angrily. "He's the only real friend I've ever had." He paused, fire in his eyes. "Even though I'm the youngest, I'll willing to risk it all to beat you and save my friend." Souldramon smirked.
"Very well, little one," he said darkly. "I will show you what risking it all means to risk it all." A quick flap of his wings brought him to Seadramon's side. As Seadramon rose to attack, and deafening crack filled the air. "Soul Snatcher." Seadramon collapsed.
"No...." Michael whispered, running to his Digimon's side. Seadramon moaned, his blue eyes turned towards Michael.
"Michael..." he stammered, and started to glow. There was a flash of violet light, and Betamon appeared where Seadramon once had been. "I'm sorry," he whispered hollowly.
"You did your best, buddy," Michael said, hugging his green frog companion close while tears poured down his face. Souldramon leered over them.
"Giving up so soon? I was only getting started," he said.
"Leave them alone!" I yelled loudly, stepping forward. "If you want to hurt someone, hurt me. I am the leader."
"Are you not afraid?" Souldramon teased, turning from his young prey.
"A soul without fear cannot be governed." He drew himself up to his full height, trying to frighten me. "I will not back down."
"Very well. I will kill you first," he said, releasing his attack. The icy shards hit my skin, searing where the Meramon had burned me, but I didn't flinch.
"You're pitiful attacks cannot hurt me," I scoffed. "It is your cold heart that gives you your power, and I am the Child of Ice."
"Are you calling the prophecy upon yourself, then?" Souldramon asked, unmasked fear in his eyes. "Do you know what this means?"
"I am the Child of Ice, bound to my duty," I said harshly.
"And I the Child of Fire," Gennai said, taking hold of my hand and squeezing it gently. Souldramon backed up.
Jim stood, his eyes flickering in the firelight. "I am the Child of Healing, mending the wounded and restoring the past."
Michael sniffled from his seat. "I... am the Child..... of Tears," he sobbed, the air tightening around us.
A suddenly movement caught our eyes as Sam stood up, his hair flung back. His eyes looked as black as night as he whispered the fateful words," Child of Black Lightening." Another sharp crack, and something changed.
"It is done," Souldramon whispered. Suddenly I felt a power inside of myself, the same power as I had felt back in the ancient temple. The future was pouring through me, changing the course of time.
Suddenly I started to glow, unable to find my power any longer. A pink light engulfed me. Against the wall, a black bubble surrounded Sam as well. One by one we all began to glow.
Our Digimon rose to their feet, our energy linking with theirs. "Attack!" I shouted, lost in the magic. "We are the DigiDestined and we cannot lose!"
Our Digimon hit him with their attacks, and he fell to the floor. Again and again he was hit, and finally he closed his eyes and sunk to the ground. A faint glow surrounded him.
"I was easily defeated," he whispered softly. "I could not change the Fate you have chosen for our world. Take heed, my children.... next time you will win, but at a cost." His eyes rolled to where Sam stood alone.
"Child of Black Lightening...... I pity that you called this power upon yourself. It is rumored that lightening never strikes the same place twice..... but you will prove that wrong. Darkness fill visit your family twice, in you....... and your younger brother."
"Don't speak about Kenny-boy like that," he said angrily. "Whatever I do is of my own free will. Do not drag him into it."
"It is all foretold in the Ancient House of Prophesies....... there is nothing I can do." The evil Digimon blinked wearily. "I wasn't all evil, you know. You could have chosen a better prophecy, one that lead to happiness and rebirth in the Digital World. You have chosen Death and Chaos."
"We did what was needed," Gennai hissed.
"But it will take another group to fix what you have started. For when your battles end, they will not stop the Darkness from growing here. My gift I give to you are the Eight Stones of Virtue. They will choose the new group of children." He started to fade, his eyes failing. With weary hands he flung them skyward, and eight small blue hearts appeared. "These will mark the eight children who will save this world," he said brokenly. He blew, and the hearts drifted up to heaven."
"Why are you helping us?" Sam asked coldly.
"Because I believe in you," was his final reply as he broke into nothingness.