What Her Eyes had Seen
Ch. Three
A Quiet Watcher
Within a dark and dismal cave of limestone beneath the Digital World, a small dinosaur-like Digimon called Skreebormon strides on his two long legs into a corridor. The walls are covered in ancient hieroglyphs displaying warfare, destruction, and strange planets. The only other sound besides his light feet tapping against stone was the constant dripping of water from ceiling to floor.
"Blast it!" a curse followed by a cascade of rocks was heard. The low rumble of Magemon's growls echoed throughout the tunnel. "Why can't children be normal nowadays? This is making things a bit more difficult…"
"Dah…Sire?" Skreebormon peeped, poking his snout in the entrance of the tunnel.
"What now?" muttered Magemon as he massaged his forehead in frustration.
The little lizard stepped inside cautiously and twiddled his claws as he said, "Well, uh, there's a slight…Ah…Technicality with your plan. Not that it's not a good plan!" he added quickly. "But, Sire, the Life-crest seems to be drawing it's owner closer to the Digital World."
Skreebormon cringed in fear, but no chastisement came. Opening just one eye on the side of his head, he blinked in confusion to see his master smiling. Smiling grimly, but smiling nonetheless.
"Sire?"
Magemon glared at his minion. "What?" he snapped.
The little Digimon gulped. "Well, uh, isn't that a bad thing?"
"Of course it is!" Magemon snorted. "But it is the least of my problems with this one. It seems that the bloodline this child belongs to has a history of Othersight, which doesn't please me."
"No?"
"No. This will be an obstacle that will need more looking into. I'll have to grab that crest of Life first thing."
"But what about the boy?"
Magemon grinned. "That boy's not going anywhere, I can assure you. Now, get me visuals of the Life-child. Now."
"Yes, Sire!" Skreebormon hustled into another tunnel, coming back with three ivory orbs. He gingerly placed the one before his lord and set the others aside, bowing low and retreating to other subordinate duties.
"Now, let's see this Life-child," Magemon said quietly, using his hands to cause the orb to glow and hover.
The orb shuddered and revealed a glimpse of a young girl with dark hair and eyes, siting in a quiet room with a small Digimon. Seomon, Magemon growled to himself. That beast has been causing too much trouble, now he's a chosen Digimon. Magemon stirred, letting ideas of ways to torture the aquatic reptile after he retrieved the Life-child sink into his mind. He smiled, asserting his attention to the orb and what it disclosed.
She was awfully small, considering the age that was estimated by Magemon's experts on "humanology," what Digimon call the study of humans.
Her habitat was exceedingly cold, a place the humans called Alaska, and worked as a healer, or a nurse, as humans called the job. She cared for sickly humans who should have just been put out of their misery. Magemon watched in disgust as the girl wrapped a broken limb on an old man. Pathetic, he thought. Their race is enormous, yet they care about the injured and ill. What a corrupt species they are!
"Sound log," Magemon ordered the orb. The orb obediently began to play the conversation of the girl and her Digimon.
"I think you're a…" Seomon frowned, thinking hard of a word, smiling when he got one, "a p-sychic!"
The girl laughed. "A 'p-sychic'? Don't you mean psychic?"
"Whatever. I think you're one of them."
"I don't think so. It was just a daydream."
Seomon crowed in disagreement. "You saw the Digital World. You also saw some other Digidestined! How's that coincidence?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. It just is."
"Lucey…" Seomon began to argue, but she stopped him.
"Not another word. It's time for bed, anyway. Maybe we'll discuss it later, okay?"
He whined, but obeyed, and with a cheerful pat from the girl, he receded to his corner of her room, packed with warm furs and blankets, settling down for sleep as the girl did.
"Lucey, is it?" Magemon wondered. "Skreebormon!"
The two-legged lizard scampered in at the sound of his name. "Yes, Sire!"
"I do recall my officials confirming the Life-child's name as "Lucrecia," isn't that right?"
"Yes, Sire, it is."
"Then how come the conversation was inaccurate compared to what the officials said?"
Skreebormon hesitated, unsure. "What do you mean, Sire?"
"I mean, Seomon," Magemon sneered at the name, "stated her name as Lucey, not Lucrecia. Explain this to me."
"Well…uh…I believe it is a human custom called 'pet names,' Sire," Skreebormon answered shakily. "They make shorter forms of their names so they do not waste breath."
"Lazy humans, it figures," Magemon muttered. "Skreebormon."
"Sire?"
"Locate the boy. I do believe that this Life-child shall be the first of them to meet up with Light and Hope."
"Yes, Sire!" Skreebormon chirped and scurried away with his orders.
Magemon grabbed his goblet of wine. After taking a sip, he said quietly, "Soon I'll be perfect, and there's nothing Azulongmon or Gennai can do about it."
