Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I do not own the characters of this story, save the fourteen that I created. Any similarities
between the characters that I created and future ones in the show are purely coincidence. This is a fanfic.
Author's Notes: This is not the last chapter; I'll finish up with an epilogue when I have the chance. It's basically a first epilogue; I
got away with two prologues, after all! :) There will be clues to a coming story in the next chapter, so as always (I guess...), Read & Review!
By the way, my computer is on the fritz, so I have to use library terminals; the upshot is that there will be no more 5:30 A.M.
writing, so the quality might improve!
For a while . . .
Any reviews would be great!
Part VIII: Departure of a Foe
"That was awesome!" Davis, exuberant as usual, swung DemiVeemon through the air. All of the Digimon had reverted to their In-Training forms: Koromon, Tsunomon, Tokomon, Nyaromon, DemiVeemon, Upamon, Poromon, and Minomon.
"What happened there, you guys?" Cody had approached Upamon, trying to make sense of what had just passed. "How did you know about the attack?"
Tokomon, Patamon's In-Training form, was the one to reply. "I think that all of this happened before, but we didn't remember it until we became Chronodramon."
"Yeah, I remember bits and pieces of the alternate time line, but not all of it." Nyaromon, Gatomon's In-Training form, chimed in with her opinion. "There, Omnimon was destroyed, and the Armageddon's Wrath attack wasn't contained. Good thing we had another shot."
Yolei dragged Davis over so that he could listen, then posed a question. "What happened to CyberDracomon?"
The faces of the Digimon fell at this, and it was left to Koromon to reply. "He was destroyed by the blast . . . two of them were too much. However, he . . . or they should be reconfigured."
"Knowing them, they'll show up just as we're about to be toasted." DemiVeemon, still slightly dizzy, added his comments. "I'm not complaining, though!"
"Same here . . . one more question, though." Tsunomon, the In-Training form of Gabumon, joined the conversation. "Where . . . or when did you send Ragnoramon?"
Tokomon grinned, even more than usual. "That was my idea; a time that part of him should remember . . . "
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A gateway opened in a black void, spewing out a severely battered Ragnoramon, and slamming him against an ebony wall. It took him a moment to recover his senses, then he started to ponder.
"Now, I really hate those digi-destined. When I get my hands on them . . . bam! Where am I, anyway?" He then looked around, trying to get a landmark. The whole area was a black mess, leaving him nothing that he could see.
He could listen though, and there was a conversation going on, one that seemed oddly familiar. Then a voice yelled loudly, and he realized where and when he was, and who was speaking.
It was his own voice, saying something he had dreaded hearing again; the signal of the most powerful attack ever.
"Total Annihilation!"
