Black Mirror
Gatomon yawned and stretched out on the green plain before her, curling the strands in her claws. It was warm in the digiwolrd, and it was flourishing like never before. Emerald trees sprouted in every direction, bright and gay as though they were first to exist out of all trees. Gee, I can't remember when the digital world looked so beautiful. She thought, inhaling the fresh grass.
The sharp sunset sprayed a golden light across the field, and caused everything to gain its own shine of power. Gatomon looked at her coal black claws, each with the same beauty as her surroundings. Even them, as dark as they were, had a wonderful light. Her eyes became lost in the blinding brightness of the scene in front of her, and soon she could feel its dying heat.
The sun was gone. Suddenly, like a light switch, it was off, and everything was gone. The grass, the trees, the light, she couldn't even see her paw in front of her face. "What's going on?" she whispered to herself.
"Gatomon...what has become of you?" an almost familiar voice asked.
She turned as if expecting to see something, but all was still black. "W-who are you?" she asked fearfully.
"My poor sister..." it said almost sarcastically.
Gatomon was now more confused. "You have it wrong." She said quietly. "No, it's not me you want."
"Oh, but it is..." the voice hissed. "Star bright...star of light...you shall meet your doom tonight..."
"No! No, you have the wrong digimon!" she pleaded. A set of silver claws exploded out of the darkness and swiped her across the face. Gatomon could feel the bones in her face crunching, the skin being torn away, blood spattering across the blackness, and the horrible, sickening, sting of pain.
"Kari!" Gatomon sat up and looked around. She was in Kari's bed.