Power of the Crests: Part Eight:
Being of Life
Original Author: Debbie (Dai-chan)
Rewriter: Celestra (Les)
Hello! So, I've done eight parts, three to go. Oops! You weren't supposed to know about that ... oh well, when you read it, you will know ... So, TK finds his power, life. Yokata has abosolutely NO right to complain, and if she does, I'm not doing her part ... she knows what I'm talking about whereas you don't, but you will if she does or does not complain, you'll enjoy it more if she doesn't ... Enough with my rambling, read and review! Oh, and, ah yes, the original author is Debbie (Dai-chan) but this is my version, so live with it!
TK kept a tight grip on the blue wolf's fur with one hand as he held his digimon in his other arm. Patamon buried his face in the crook of his arm, his azure eyes shut. TK squinted his eyes against the stinging wind as he tried to see the blurred trees moving past him. The wind stung at his eyes that he blinked back cold tears. Finally, Garurumon slowed down into a walk, heavy pants reverberating in his chest so that TK could feel them. He and his brother were riding on Garurumon in hopes that they might find their missing friends faster that way. TK always liked the feel of the wolf's fur under his fingers. Even though Garurumon's fur was steel-strong, the fur was so soft like down feathers. TK let go of his grip from the fur and gently cradled Patamon in his arms.
He felt the light squeeze of his brother's hold around him. He held him so he wouldn't fall off. TK gazed back to his big brother. Matt had his eyes on front, seeming to search for something. His new lock of snow-white swayed in the breeze along with his ash-blond hair. ("He is changed,") TK thought sadly. His grey-blue eyes seemed intense, its pupils into slits, appearing as a wolf's eyes. TK knew Matt was self-conscious about his two new fangs, trying to hide them whenever he was speaking or eating. TK often saw them, and somehow, he felt an awed shiver in his body whenever he looked upon his brother.
TK looked behind at his brother. Blumon walked behind the wolf, also panting from the efforts of the run. Her riders, Elanna and Izzy, were mounting on the blue with yellow striped tiger, their eyes gazing around. Tentomon flew near silently. Both were different than before, and TK was not sure he knew them anymore.
With his aware, hungry eyes, Izzy seemed to absorb everything he found and stored it in his mind. He was quieter, but his eyes seemed to search for every word of any knowledge. Blind yet all seeing, Elanna sat in front of Izzy, her white eyes upward to the sky. She was more kind, but mostly silent and meditative. TK missed the old Elanna when she was easy to talk to, willing to help. She was still willing to help, but in some way, she could see the reality in someone's soul and simply show him or her the first step to the problem or anything else.
TK quietly sighed. ("Would his friends and brother be back to the same?")
Garurumon slowed down into a stop, raising his snout to sniff at the air. Matt appeared to sniff the air, too, his wolfish eyes narrowed as he gazed around. TK remembered that since Matt found his power, he could sense souls. He said that souls have different odors around them and somehow, he could taste them with his nose in the air. Definitely like a wolf. Blumon went to a stop by Garurumon, her long, whip-like tail calmly waving.
"Where to, Matt ?" Elanna asked after a moment of waiting.
"They are close." Matt's eyes went to a point to his far left. He pointed into the jungle, his friends' eyes following his finger. TK wondered how Matt could sense the friends if he could't see them. Yamato turned to Elanna . "If we run now, we will find them in no time."
Elanna and Izzy silently nodded.
Garurumon and Blumon broke into a sprint, heading to where Matt had pointed at. TK gasped at the sudden movements before he gripped on the fur, balancing himself. He held Patamon in one arm firmly. He felt the tight, protected hold of Matt as he had his arm around his waist. Eyes squinted; TK watched the passing trees in a blurred motion. Garurumon and Blumon were very agile, fleet, and after a moment, they finally slowed down.
"You are finally here!" TK looked down to see a grinning Tai running toward them, his red eyes brightly blazing in the sunlight. Soon, TK saw Sora, Mimi, Joe, and their digimon walking toward them, looking thrilled to see their friends. Elanna slid off her digimon and ran to hug Tai; he laughed as he whirled his sister around in his arms. TK heard Tai making a comment about Elanna's white eyes, and she answered with a deep blush. Izzy also hugged them, overjoyed.
Matt slid off his digimon and caught TK in his arms as he slid off. Garurumon and Blumon de-digivolved into Gabumon and Raimon. They went to their digimon friends, hugging. All hugged each other, overjoyed and ecstatic. Mimi even cried a bit. After a few hugs, TK stepped back and watched his older friends socializing together.
TK watched Sora and Mimi , the last ones who had found their powers. Mimi looked sincere, relaxed as she chatted with Elanna and Izzy. He saw a long tress of pretty green among herlight brown hair. ("She looks radiant,") thought TK. His eyes went to Sora, who stood close to Tai, calmly listening as he talked with Joe and Matt. She had an alluring tress that appeared as molten silver among her red hair, a few strands of silver curling over her gentle eyes. TK gazed at each and every kid. They all had found their powers. All but him.
"Wow, Sora and Mimi already found their powers!" he heard Patamon saying in awe, hovering near him. TK lowered his eyes, quiet. Patamon gazed over to him and touched his cheek with a gentle paw. "TK, what's the matter?"
"I am the only one who doesn't have a power," TK said in a soft tone.
The touch withdrew from his cheek, and TK looked up to see his digimon smiling, his azure eyes so alike to his. He spoke, "TK, I am sure you will have it soon." TK managed to grin, but it faded when he glanced at his friends. He would like to have that kind of power. It was like magic, and he loved magic. But he wondered if he would ever get it.("Am I too young?")
TK gazed to Joe, who was speaking, "So, all of us have found our powers?"
Matt seemed to hesitate, and he said in hushed tones. "All but . . . TK." The multicolored eyes of the kids and digimon turned to him as one, wonder and curiosity in their eyes. TK suddenly felt his cheeks going hot, and he averted his eyes away, flushing deeply. His eyes laid on someone he didn't expect to see.
He saw a holographic image of an old man walking toward the group form the jungle, his snow-white hair pulled into a topknot. His footsteps were always silent; his arms always behind his back. There was a faint smile on his small mouth. "Hey, it's Gennai!" TK called to his friends. They turned to see him.
Gennai stopped in the front of TK, merely a few inches taller than the boys. His slanted eyes always squinted, but TK could see his eyes, beady and jet-black, shining with a wise light. Gennai smiled at TK, then he looked up to the kids. "Greetings, Digidestined." His voice was surprisingly deep for such a small guy. "I came here to see how . . ." He paused in mid-speech, his smile fading. His black eyes took in every inch of the older kids, saw the different colors of hairs, and saw the different eyes of Tai, Matt, and Elanna. "It's impossible," he whispered.
"What do you mean?" TK heard Izzy saying.
Gennai tilted his head a bit. "Did you find your powers?" TK turned to see the kids nodding firmly. TK gazed up to Gennai, who shook his head, a frown on his lips. "It's all wrong."
"What are you talking about?" Tai stomped up to Gennai, his eyes suddenly flaming brightly. "Are you saying that we aren't supposed to have the powers?"
Gennai wasn't startled at the sudden flames in Tai's eyes. He simply gazed back with immeasurable sadness. "Why don't you all sit, and I will explain all about it."
The kids and digimon sat in a circle. Patamon settled in TK's lap, folding his soft wings to his body. TK sat in between Matt and Tai. He watched the elder man cross his legs calmly and smoothly, surprising for an old man. His slanted eyes gazed at every kid with worried sorrow. He spoke softly, "Yes, you are supposed to have that kind of powers, but not now. One of the legends says that the Digidestined will possess their innate powers through the crests and defeat the ultimate evil."
"Innate?" Joe said from Gennai's left side. TK didn't remember that Joe's voice was very low, whispered, yet he could hear it very clearly. Joe continued, "You mean we all had them since we were born?"
Gennai nodded at the tall, older boy. "You only needed help to find them, and the crests are the ones. The ones to help you, I mean."
"And what do you mean that we shouldn't have our powers now?" Sora calmly asked, her arms around her legs, her amber eyes always meditative.
Gennai gave out a small sigh. "I don't know why, but I do know that you aren't supposed to have them now. The legend didn't say why."
Mimi asked shyly from her position by Joe, "Do you know who is the ultimate evil? Is it Myotismon?"
The elder shook his head, his white topknot swaying. "There are digimon far eviler than Myotismon. He is not the ultimate evil."
"Can we use our powers to destroy him?" TK heard Elanna ask gently.
Gennai's black eyes suddenly sharpened, like black ice within the face of softness. His voice was stern. "You will never destroy Myotismon. The evil will never be destroyed because it is part of you." Then his voice and eyes softened. "But, however, the evil can be weakened."
By Elanna's side, Izzy scratched his chin in thought. TK often felt uneasy under his vivid eyes; they seemed to pierce right through him, searching for anything unknown. Izzy's sharp eyes met the elder's eyes, the exact same color of black. He spoke, "So we might have to use our powers to weaken Myotismon."
"No, you can't, not individually." Gennai lowered his eyes, his voice hushed. "The only one who can weaken him must have all your powers combined to be powerful enough to defeat the evil."
Sora leaned over a bit. "Who?"
Gennai waited for a brief moment, and then whispered, "The Savior." Now full of rich reverence, his eyes rose to meet the azure eyes of TK.
His heart seemed to stop as he gazed back speechlessly. Him, the Savior? He weakly stumbled backward from the soft black eyes before he felt warm arms around him. Matt pulled him to his chest, cradling him. TK buried his shocked face in his brother's green shirt, feeling the tight, protected embrace of Matt surrounding him.
"My brother?" he heard Matt saying in awed disbelief. At that, TK almost cried; he never felt so shocked.
"Yes," he heard Gennai saying gently. "He will gather all your powers and use them, along with his own power, to defeat the ultimate evil. So the legend says."
TK gazed up to the elder, his eyes misting over with unexpected tears. "Why me?"
Gennai's eyes softened with compassion. "You are very special, TK. You possess the Crest of Hope. You are the Savior to save both your home world and the Digiworld." He bowed his head, almost reverently, to TK, then he stood up.
"Gennai!" Tai's voice stopped him. The boy stood, easily taller than the elder, his red eyes meeting his black eyes. "How can we give our powers to him?"
Gennai held his gaze to him, appearing reluctant. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes, of course."
Gennai hesitated for a moment, and then turned to face the Digidestined and digimon. "Because the powers are part of you, to give them to the Savior, you must also give up your lives."
All reacted differently. Tai's body seemed to slacken with astonishment as Sora's hands flew to her mouth, her amber eyes full of woe. Mimi turned to Joe with alarmed eyes as he gazed back with wistful eyes. Izzy's vivid eyes seemed to lose their light as Elanna buried her face in her hands, her white eyes swiftly changing into a yellow hue. The digimon gazed over to each other, shocked and speechless. TK felt Matt tightening his embrace around him, and he rested his head on his arms, silent.
Sora's amber eyes gazed up to Gennai. "Are you certain?"
Gennai looked troubled, and his voice sounded upset. "That's why you aren't supposed to have the powers now. Your powers are too underdeveloped, too weak. You are not ready yet. Otherwise, we would be still in danger without the Digidestined."
"I don't want to be alone," TK whispered, his voice shaking.
In his misted vision, he saw the azure eyes of Patamon gazing up to him. They were full with fondness. "You still have me," he spoke softly. TK closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face as his brother cooed softly to him, trying to comfort him.
He heard Elanna standing and walking to Gennai and Tai. Her eyes were as sad as the elder's eyes. "Gennai, is there a way that we can give our powers without sacrificing our lives?" Gennai remained quiet, his black eyes down. "Please?"
"You can hold onto a bit of your power and still live. That's all I can say to you." Gennai glared silently to each kid. "You all must learn to control your powers and use them to defeat Myotismon. I guarantee you, it's not over yet." He turned to leave, his head bowed, heading for the jungle.
"Gennai!" TK tore himself from Matt's embrace and ran to him. Gennai stopped, his head turned to look at him. TK wiped away tears and gazed at him with his innocent blue eyes. His voice was weak. "Gennai, how can I defeat Myotismon? I am so small and . . ."
Gennai had a smile on his lips that seemed like he was a compassionate, lovingly grandfather looking down to a gifted, cherished child. "You are special, TK, even since you were born." TK lowered his head, but a wrinkled hand pushed him up by his chin, so gentle and kind. "Just believe in yourself, Savior." Gennai let go his chin and strolled into the jungle, his footsteps silent.
TK stared at where Gennai had vanished in the trees, standing alone and speechless. He heard soft footsteps, and his brother knelt by him, his hand touching his shoulder. His misted azure eyes met Matt's grey-blue eyes. "I'm scared, Matt." TK then buried himself inMatt's arms, crying silently.
* * *
Demidevimon ducked his head as mad bolts of red lightning passed over where his head had been, crashing on a wall behind him. Demidevimon had no time to be relieved, and he was forced to fly under a golden throne, avoiding the red bolts. Under the chair, he watched his master screeching in outrage and shooting red lightning to his unfortunate bats. They wildly flapped their tiny wings, trying to avoid his rage.
"How in the blasted world can those kids win?!" Myotismon shrieked, his eyes blazing bluer than ice. "FOOLS! They are just children! I am surrounded by idiots! Worthless digimon!"
He whirled around to see Demidevimon tiptoeing toward the door. The small bat froze in his tracks at the blue glare. He held up his wings, as if was trying to shield the glare from him. "Pl-please, boss! You can destroy them better than the others."
Myotismon growled in a questioning tone.
Demidevimon soared upward, cowering under the vampire digimon's glare. "You are powerful than the Digidestined combined. Only you have the power to destroy them."
Myotismon's eyes narrowed, a thin pale eyebrow arching. He seemed to calm down, letting his dark cloak settling around him. "That's true," he said in pleasure, then his voice heated up. "But the Digidestined already found their powers."
Demidevimon quickly shook his head, his golden eyes suddenly full with scheming cleverness. "Not all, boss. The Savior is still powerless."
Myotismon sneered silently, his eyes turning into blue ice. "Ah, I shall go and destroy the Savior before he finds his power." He silently commanded his black magic. A small, glowing portal formed from the surrounding darkness - the pool of seeing. Within the portal, the eight Digidestined and digimon were seen sleeping together by a fire, their faces full with peace and calmness, all but one. The youngest boy was awake, looking somber, his azure eyes dimmed.
Myotismon was not fooled by the innocence he carried. This boy may be small, but he has immense power, perhaps greater than his own power. But the boy didn't find it. Demidevimon giggled with mischief as Myotismon again sneered.
"Sleep, Little Savior," the vampire whispered. "It will be the last night you will see. Alive."
* * *
TK fingered a shred of grass on the ground, deeply in thought. He lay on his stomach, resting his head on his hand. Patamon nestled by him, his wings folding over his closed eyes, deeply asleep. Everyone was asleep except for him. He still pondered about Gennai's words. ("Am I really the Savior? What is my power? How can I defeat Myotismon?") There were so many questions buzzing in his head that he lost the count.
The upside-down head of his brother came in his vision, his grey-blue eyes with slitted pupils dark in his shadows. "Hey, kiddo," he said, faintly smiling.
"Hi," TK spoke softly.
The head tilted. "What's the matter?" TK answered with a shrug, his eyes lowered. Matt nodded, his blond hair swaying. His face became red with the added blood. Matt's head withdrew from his vision, and his brother lay by him, holding himself up by his elbows. "Thinking?"
TK pushed himself up by his elbows. "About being the Savior." If one of the kids or digimon woke up and looked over to the brothers, he or she would be surprised. For an instant, the brothers looked like twins, the older gazing down to the younger, blond hair clouding over their eyes of similar colors. TK raised his eyes upon Matt, asking, "Am I really the Savior?"
Matt's eyes went upward to the night sky, the fire illuminating his face into yellowish-orange. "Well, you are very special."
"How special am I?"
Matt looked down to TK, a faint, brotherly smile on his lips. "Well, you always want to help, don't you? You always are generous; want to be sure that we are happy. You and Patamon are special. Patamon digivolved into Angemon to defeat Devimon. That's special. You are the Savior who will defeat the evil. That's special."
TK's eyes lowered to his digimon, who was sleeping by his side. Yeah, that was special because Patamon digivolved to protect him and his friends. But now, it was his turn now. He was the true one who must protect his friends. His voice was low, "I don't know what to do."
He felt his brother's hand squeezing his shoulder. "Yes, but you will know," Matt said. Then TK gazed up, meeting his brother's gaze. Matt rested his forehead against TK's forehead, grey-blue eyes staring right in his azure eyes. TK saw something he never saw in Matt's eyes. Brotherly love. Matt's voice was soft, tender. "I never get the chance to tell you, but I am very proud to be your brother."
Tears suddenly streamed out of TK's eyes. He never knew Yamato really did love him. He longed to be like his older brother, but Matt often seemed to withdraw from him that TK thought Matt wasn't that caring. But he never knew . . . "Hey, don't cry," Matt soothed him. A finger touched a tear before it fell down. TK wiped away his tears. His brother hugged him, welcoming his love and warmth. TK slowly grew more courageous because his brother believed in him.
Then a devilish laugh echoed through the night, seemed to be born from the surrounding darkness. TK quietly gasped as Matt protectively shielded him in his arms. As he remembered before, a slice of living darkness shifted from thin air, expanding until he could see pale eyes within. It floated above the group, its eyes hooded at the brothers. "How pathetic," it hissed.
"It's Myotismon!" Matt spoke. His voice seemed to howl like a wolf, howling through the darkness. "Hey, guys! Wake up!"
His voice stirred the kids and digimon one by one. They saw Myotismon, and reacted with different reactions, some frightened, some angered, and some worried. All crawled around the brothers, instinctively protecting TK, protecting the Savior. Myotismon floated in midair, his cloak silently billowing around him.
"Come to fight us?" Agumon growled, his emerald eyes blazing. His digimon friends growled along with him, glaring at the vampire.
Myotismon seemed to smirk. "Why, I would never dream of that. I am only here to destroy the Savior." TK shuddered in horror as the ice blue eyes gazed at him. He shifted behind his brother. Myotismon raised a long finger and curled it, as if was beckoning him. "Come here, Little Savior."
TK violently shook his head.
"Guys!" he heard Tai speaking. Looking up, he saw Tai gazing around the kids, his red eyes aflame. "It's up to us to protect TK from Myotismon." He turned to the digimon. "You guys, you have to digivolve!"
("Agumon, digivolve into Greymon!")
(Gomamon, digivolve into Ikkakumon!)
("Raimon, digivolve into Blumon!")
("Palmon, digivolve into Togemon!")
("Tentomon, digivolve into Kabuterimon!")
("Gabumon, digivolve into Garurumon!")
("Biyomon, digivolve into Birdramon!")
All the digivolved digimon stood in a line before Myotismon, tensed up and ready to battle. Greymon and Ikkakumon threw their heads back and roared piercingly, the roars vibrating in the air. Garurumon howled lowly as Blumon savagely waved her whip-like tail. Kabuterimon and Birdramon flapped their wings in midair, glaring darkly. Togemon clenched her red-gloved fists, ready to box the vampire in his face.
Myotismon hissed unpleasantly at the digimon.
TK heard Sora yell, "It's not enough! Digivolve again!"
("Greymon, digivolve into Metalgreymon!")
(" Blumon, digivolve into Nebulamon!")
("Kabuterimon, digivolve into Megakabuterimon!")
("Garurumon, digivolve into Weregarurumon!")
("Birdramon, digivolve into Garudamon!")
Ikkakumon and Togemon stood together. The bigger digimon, Metalgreymon, Weregarurumon, and Megakabuterimon stood in a defending line behind them as Nebulamon and Garudamon widened their wings to float in the darkness above the digimon.
"FOOLS!" Myotismon shrieked as the digimon attacked him at once.
"Get away!" Tai ordered the kids.
"No!" Matt yelled. All looked at him in confusion. He pointed up to the battling digimon, saying, "Our digimon cannot defeat him, no matter how. We have to give up our powers to TK. He's the only one who can defeat him."
"Matt. . ." TK clasped on his brother's hand, trying to speak, but Matt silenced him with a sharp squeeze on his hand.
Izzy nodded in agreement with Matt. "He's right. We have to do it. Come on. I will tell you where to stand in the circle." He quickly explained that he, Matt, Elanna, and TK had found a mansion with the crests. TK remembered that. The kids moved around in a blur, going where Izzy and Elanna pointed.
TK pulled on Matt's hand harder, and it brought his attention to him. "Matt, I can't do it!"
Matt knelt to his height, holding him by his shoulders. "Sure, you can! We have faith in you. You can do it! I believe in you. We all do."
"Matt. . ." TK whispered, but Matt again silenced him with a finger to his lips.
Matt's grey-blue eyes suddenly softened with compassion. "Believe in yourself, Savior, brother." He stood, walking backward, his eyes glued on him. He went to stand between Elanna and Izzy. The kids stood in a circle around TK, facing him. Tai, Sora, Mimi, Joe, Izzy, Matt, and Elanna.
Suddenly, all looked up at an agonized scream from one of the digimon. All saw Metalgreymon laying on the ground, groaning in pain, three long deep red gashes across his belly. Myotismon hovered in midair, panting, with blood dripping from his clawed hand.
Tai groaned, but in outrage. He turned to the kids, ordering, "Do it now!" The kids clasped each other's hands, bonding into a stable, steadfast circle. Before TK's awed eyes, each kid began to glow with their own auras. Tai's aura flared with enraged flames as Elanna's aura was blue-green-turquoise-aqua, shifting suddenly into black and silver shadows and spirals. Matt's aura was like that of a starless night sky, misting around him asIzzy's violet aura sparkled and charged with crazy silver lightning bolts. Joe's aura was black, shifting into pale blue like the calm waters of an ocean as Mimi's aura was simply green, rippling like a shawl. Sora's aura was red breezes, swaying around her. Their eyes were closed, their face concentrated as they called on their innate powers.
TK gazed over to the battling digimon. Myotismon was stronger than them. Nebulamon was using her golden aura; to shield her fallen Metalgreymon, Ikkakumon and Weregarurumon as Garudamon, Togemon, and Megakabuterimon tried to combat Myotismon. TK counted the good digimon. Seven . . .
Then he remembered. Panicked, he called, "Patamon! Patamon!"
Then he heard a voice calling back from above. "I am here, TK!" TK looked up to see Patamon soaring far above, flying downward to him. TK held up his hands, urging to hold him. He didn't want to do it alone. The very moment Patamon entered his welcoming arms, the powers struck him.
"Ahh!" TK recoiled in pain. He wished to drop to the ground, but the powers held him up on his feet. The auras surrounded him in spirals of colors, giving him an aura of a rainbow. In his vague mind, TK felt all the elements that the kids gave away, feeling them inside him. He felt pure fire heating him as dark shadows blinded him. He felt shivers touching him like loving hands as tiny lightning bolts stunned him. He felt refreshing water soothing his soul, smooth leaves brushing against his skin, and soft breezes touching his cheeks. All happened at the same time, confusing him, as he tried to experience them by one.
Then the elements faded from his soul, replaced by strong, immense qualities, which all the kids were worthy of . . . and he was worthy of them. He experienced each of them, knowing them. Courage to succeed . . . Reliability to support . . . Bravery to be brave from illusions, to be brave in general . . . Sincerity to entrust . . . Knowledge to remember . . . Friendship to respect, and Love to . . . love.
TK smiled. He now knew what to do, knew his power. His power was . . . Life itself.
As one, all the kids in the circle collapsed to the ground, their strength gone. Matt groaned, struggling against the darkness in his mind. He tried to raise himself by his hands, but he fell back to the ground, too weak. His eyes closed, he lay still, panting. He never felt so weak before. Remembering Gennai's words, he had grasped on a bit of his power and pushed the rest to his brother. He could sense the kids were doing the same. Then a bright light struck his closed eyes. He opened his eyes and gasped quietly.
His own brother was left standing, holding a dormant Patamon in his arms. A heavenly, beautiful white light surrounded him, rays of gold shining from his body. His innocent face was facing upward, illuminated by his own aura, his eyes closed.
"TK. . ." Yamato whispered in immeasurable awe. He never knew TK had such strength in himself. He sat up, feeling the warm hand of Elanna clasping on his hand. All saw TK and sat in awed silence, their faces bathed by the white light.
Then Matt saw something else. He saw a faint shadow of three pairs of mighty snow-white wings spreading out from TK's back, followed by a pale-skinned male creature. He stood behind TK, his head bowed in reverence, his gentle hands clutching a tall, golden staff. His hair was orange, tied at his neck, flowing to his back. He was clad in silver armor and a sky-blue robe.
Matt knew who he was. "Angemon."
The angel digimon raised his head at his voice. A silver helmet hid his eyes, but Matt believed that his eyes must be the very same color of his brother's. Angemon took a calm look around at the silent kids and smiled the very same innocent smile of TK. He put a hand on TK's shoulder, and TK's eyes opened. TK looked the same as Angemon, silent and angelic.
As one, TK and his angel shadow moved together. Angemon raised his other hand with the golden staff upward, guiding the Savior. His arm cradling his digimon, TK raised his other hand upward. His azure eyes shifted to a floating Myotismon. All the other digimon had grew too weak to battle, and some de-digivolved into their child stages. Myotismon looked enraged, his eyes darker than midnight as he gazed down to the small boy." Being of Life," Matt heard TK speak. His voice was sounding ethereal, divine. A part of the light began to spiral around his arm, gathering in his hand. A beam of the heavenly light radiated from his hand, soaring silently, and attacked Myotismon before he could make a move.
Matt could hear pained yells, enraged shrieks, and cursed screeches coming from the digimon as he cringed in the light. Matt could not see anything. The light grew so bright that all the kids turned away, shielding their eyes. Abruptly, the yells were silent, and the light was gone, leaving everything in the darkness.
Matt looked up and saw that Myotismon was gone, and so was Angemon. He saw his brother laying on his back, his head a bit lolled to one side, still holding his digimon in his arms.
"TK! TK!" Matt crawled to him and gently picked him up in his arms, embracing him closely. TK's eyes were closed, breathing faintly, looking like he was sleeping, undisturbed. Matt touched TK's cheek, feeling he was warm. "TK? Can you hear me?"
Matt saw his eyes fluttering open. Azure eyes full of innocent strength gazed up to him. TK stared at him for a while, then he smiled faintly at his brother. He rested his head against Matt's chest, and went he back to slumber, exhausted.
Sudden tears of joy and relief streamed down Matt's face, and he didn't even bother to wipe them away. "My brother," he breathed silently. He embraced his brother warmly, resting his forehead against his sleeping brother's forehead. Tears fell to the boy's still face, unnoticed. Matt was so proud that the Savior was his brother. He knew TK was special.
Then Matt felt an embrace around him. Looking up, he saw Elanna, also crying jovially, kneeling by them. She was changed. Her eyes were now back to gentle blue, and her black and silver streaks was gone. Then Tai embraced them all, laughing happily. His eyes were no longer aflame, but back to brown. The red strand was gone. Sora, Mimi, Joe, and Izzy embraced them, nearly burying Matt and TK , all crying and laughing. They were also changed, back to their normal selves and features. Their powers were gone, back within until it is time to use them again. Then all the digimon - Koromon, Gomamon, Palmon, Motimon, Pikamon, Tsunomon, and Yokomon - returned to hug their partners, cheering. The rings of cries and laughter filled the night.
And in the center of the embraces, TK and Patamon peacefully slept, dreaming dreams of white feathers . . .
A lone white feather sailed upward to the pale moon on a silent breeze . . .
* * *
In deep pain, Myotismon commanded his power. The white feather he held in his hand abruptly burst with flames, then burned into a dying feather, black and decaying. He let it go, and it fell to the ground. Almost. He was almost defeated. He underestimated the Savior's power. Next time, he would be ready.
He limped to a dark table, his foot crunching over the dead feather, crushing it into ashes. Myotismon sneered darkly, his talons drawing grooves on the black stones. "You foolish Digidestined!" he hissed evilly. "It's not over!"
On the black table, there laid nine small cards, for he had heard of three more Digidestined hidden in the real . . .
TO BE CONTINUED!