The Other Digidestined
Intro No. 2
Joshua Malcolm Kennington
Setting: Village near Melange, Angola, Africa
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I roused myself from the sleep I never got and walked to my window. I could hear the jackals from afar; no doubt searching for a meal that would never come. The rains were late, and everyone, man and beast alike, were suffering. My heart ached for the little brown-eyed children I had told rain would come. How could I say that, when I hardly know a thing about this land?
This thought brought me back to memories from the digital world. Droughts are the least of that world's problems. They have creatures there that would want to see their world die into the dust, instead of defending it and caring for others. Then again, other digimon love and respect others, and hope to keep the digital world peaceful.
My friends and I had quite a romp in that world and I miss it sometimes. Cornelimon was the closest friend I ever had outside my house's walls.
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My digimon encounter first started when I still lived in my family's mansion. Even as large and comforting it seems; those walls were empty to me. My father wouldn't let me make friends with "common folk," so all I had was my twin sister, Anna, my horses, and my birds.
The birds in child sunroom were the closest to friends I had. I told them about my day, how I wished I could talk to those kids outside the fence, and how much a drag boarding school was. Then one day, I decided to take a walk after dark.
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I was shivering a few moments I left the gates. I wasn't really used to the coldness of the streets, since I spent most of my days in the house or in the fields in summer. London seemed especially cold tonight, anyway.
Wondering if I should turn back, I then heard a rustling in one of the garbage cans. Curious, I tiptoed to the can, slowly leaning forward to see a small yellowish cat with bright green eyes. It looked back at me and yelped.
Shocked, I yelled and landed on my butt. The can tipped, and with a few muffled growls and yelps, the cat-thing scurried out and looked at me. Swishing its tail and smelling my garments, it grinned (somewhat) and put a small mechanical object by my hand.
Picking it up, I asked, "What the blazes is this?"
"Your digivice!" it crowed.
"Ack! It talks!" I shouted, scrambling backwards, only to lose my shoe.
"Of course I talk! I'm Cornelimon, your digimon partner! We're gonna be the best of friends, just ye'wait!"
Considering if I had gone blooming out of my mind, it handed me a shiny pendant with a design in it. The designed reminded me of the dove I saw in the stained-glass windows at church.
"That's a crest," Cornelimon explained before I asked. "Yours is the crest of Peace. Perfect fit!" With a grin, it gave me my shoe as well and helped me to my feet.
I scratched my head, pulling my sandy colored hair away from my eyes. "Well, I guess you could hide out in my roo-"
"Great! I don't have to pack!" Cornelimon leaped onto my shoulders, throwing me a little off-balance, and crowed, "Lets go! Yay!"
Shrugging and laughing a bit, I headed back toward Beech Street, toward home that soon didn't seem so lonely.
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Note: None of the ideas, such as the original idea for Digimon: Digital Monsters, is mine. These are just some stories I made up about some of them.